[1ª Parte]C C D G O sac – red Head, now wound - edEm Bm Em With grief and shame weighed downC D G Now scorn – ful - ly sur – round - edEm Bm Em With thorns, Thine only crownD C G How pale Thou art with anguishC Am E With sore a - buse and scornD G Em D How does that vis - age lang - uishC D G Which once was bright as morn[2ª Parte]C C D G What Thou, my Lord, hast suf - feredEm Bm Em Was all for sinners’ gainC D G Mine, mine was the trans - gres - sionEm Bm Em But Thine the deadly painD C G Lo, here I fall, my SaviorC Am E ’Tis I de - serve Thy placeD G Em D Look on me with Thy fa - vorC D G Vouch - safe to me Thy grace [3ª Parte]C C D G What lang - uage shall I bor - rowEm Bm Em To thank Thee, dearest friendC D G For this Thy dy - ing sor - rowEm Bm Em Thy pity without endD C G O make me Thine for - everC Am E And should I fainting beD G Em D Lord, let me ne - ver, ne - verC D G Out - live my love to Thee
O Sacred Head, Sore Wounded
Johann Sebastian Bach
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