Old Hymn - Older Poem!

 

I love this old hymn. Written about 400 years ago. It is based on an even older poem written about 1000 years ago by someone unknown to us today.....

 This is a good time to stop and gaze at Jesus on that cross...see what Mary saw...,and see what that poet saw...and let the tears flow....

    "O sacred head, now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down.

Now scornfully surrounded by 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. 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."

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