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O Sacred Head, Now Wounded (Thine Forever)
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what does atonement look like? Is it ugly? Is it beautiful? Is it sharp or blurry? Does it have color? Texture? As the lyrics of “O Sacred Head, Now Wounded” describe our response to Christ’s suffering for our sins, so does “Thine Forever,” painting atonement as transfigurative yet with a clear, single focus.
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O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
Bernard of Clairvaux (1091–1153)
Translated by Paul Gerhardt, 1656, and James W. Alexander, 1830
O sacred Head, now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down;
now scornfully surrounded with thorns, thine only crown;
O sacred Head, what glory, what bliss till now was thine!
Yet, though despised and gory, I joy to call thee mine.
What thou, my Lord, has suffered was all for sinners’ gain:
mine, mine was the transgression, but thine the deadly pain.
Lo, here I fall, my Savior! ’Tis I deserve thy place;
look on me with thy favor, vouchsafe to me thy grace.
What language shall I borrow to thank thee, dearest Friend,
for this, thy dying sorrow, thy pity without end?
O make me thine forever; and should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never outlive my love for thee.
“But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities; the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.”
—Isaiah 53:5
