O Sacred Head Now Wounded

Today's selection is a contemplative, solo piano rendition of the ancient hymn, O Sacred Head Now Wounded. It hearkens back to the earlier days of Piano by Joel, when my offerings were informal and minimally edited; more spontaneous, as if we were sitting around the piano together.

Here are the first few verses:

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, hast 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.

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