Steve Green
o sacred head now wounded
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O sacred Head, now wounded,
with grief and shame weighed down,
Now scornfully surrounded
with thorns, Thine only crown;
How pale Thou art with anguish
with sore abuse and scorn
How does that visage languish,
which once was bright as morn?
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,
Assist me with 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 to Thee.
- Album:
- 20th Century Masters The Millennium Collection
- Miscellaneous
- Love Will Find A Way
- A Portrait Of Christ
- A Journey of Faith: Steve Green Live in Concert
- We Will Stand (Live)
- Where Mercy Begins
- People Need The Lord
- For God and God Alone
- The Early Years
- Hide Em In Your Heart Vol 1
- The Ultimate Collection
- 8 Great Hits Steve Green
- Steve Green
- The New Young Messiah
- The Mission
- Promise Keepers - A Life That Shows
- Woven In Time
- Find Us Faithful
- I Will Be Here