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		| Amy Grant Album: My Father's Eyes
 Track: O Sacred Head
 
	 |  O Sacred Head  Lyrics (paul gerhardt, j. w. alexander, hans hassler, 16th lent, bach)
 O sacred head now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down
 Now scornfully surrounded, with thorns thine only crown
 How art thou pale with anguish, with sore abuse and scorn
 How dost that visage languish which once was bright as morn
 
 What language shall I borrow to thank thee dearest friend
 For this thy dying sorrow, thy pity without end?
 Or, make me thine forever, and should I fainting be
 Lord let me never, never outlive my love to thee.
 
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