Song | O Sacred Head |
Artist | Amy Grant |
Album | My Father's Eyes |
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作词 : Gerhardt, Hassler ... | |
O sacred head now wounded | |
With grief and shame way down, | |
Now scornfully surrounded | |
With thorns thine only crown, | |
How art thou pale with anguish, | |
With sore abuse and scorn. | |
How does that visage languish, | |
Which once was bright as morn. | |
What language shall I borrow | |
To thank thee dearest man? | |
For this, thy dying sorrow, | |
Thy pity without end. | |
O make me thine forever, | |
And should I fainting be, | |
Lord, let me never, ever | |
Outlive my love to thee. |
zuo ci : Gerhardt, Hassler ... | |
O sacred head now wounded | |
With grief and shame way down, | |
Now scornfully surrounded | |
With thorns thine only crown, | |
How art thou pale with anguish, | |
With sore abuse and scorn. | |
How does that visage languish, | |
Which once was bright as morn. | |
What language shall I borrow | |
To thank thee dearest man? | |
For this, thy dying sorrow, | |
Thy pity without end. | |
O make me thine forever, | |
And should I fainting be, | |
Lord, let me never, ever | |
Outlive my love to thee. |
zuò cí : Gerhardt, Hassler ... | |
O sacred head now wounded | |
With grief and shame way down, | |
Now scornfully surrounded | |
With thorns thine only crown, | |
How art thou pale with anguish, | |
With sore abuse and scorn. | |
How does that visage languish, | |
Which once was bright as morn. | |
What language shall I borrow | |
To thank thee dearest man? | |
For this, thy dying sorrow, | |
Thy pity without end. | |
O make me thine forever, | |
And should I fainting be, | |
Lord, let me never, ever | |
Outlive my love to thee. |