O Sacred Head 歌词

	作词 : Gerhardt, Hassler ...
	O sacred head now wounded
	With grief and shame way down,
	Now scornfully surrounded
	With thorns thine only crown,
	How art thou pale with anguish,
	With sore abuse and scorn.
	How does that visage languish,
	Which once was bright as morn.
	What language shall I borrow
	To thank thee dearest man?
	For this, thy dying sorrow,
	Thy pity without end.
	O make me thine forever,
	And should I fainting be,
	Lord, let me never, ever
	Outlive my love to thee.

	zuo ci : Gerhardt, Hassler ...
	O sacred head now wounded
	With grief and shame way down,
	Now scornfully surrounded
	With thorns thine only crown,
	How art thou pale with anguish,
	With sore abuse and scorn.
	How does that visage languish,
	Which once was bright as morn.
	What language shall I borrow
	To thank thee dearest man?
	For this, thy dying sorrow,
	Thy pity without end.
	O make me thine forever,
	And should I fainting be,
	Lord, let me never, ever
	Outlive my love to thee.

	zuò cí : Gerhardt, Hassler ...
	O sacred head now wounded
	With grief and shame way down,
	Now scornfully surrounded
	With thorns thine only crown,
	How art thou pale with anguish,
	With sore abuse and scorn.
	How does that visage languish,
	Which once was bright as morn.
	What language shall I borrow
	To thank thee dearest man?
	For this, thy dying sorrow,
	Thy pity without end.
	O make me thine forever,
	And should I fainting be,
	Lord, let me never, ever
	Outlive my love to thee.

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