On Good Friday

Lord, make me yours forever, a loyal servant true

O Sacred Head

O sacred head, now wounded,
with grief and shame weighed down,
now scornfully surrounded
with thorns, your only crown.
O sacred head, what glory
and blessing you have known!
Yet, though despised and gory,
I claim you as my own.

My Lord, what you did suffer
was all for sinner’s gain;
mine, mine was the transgression,
but yours the deadly pain.
So here I kneel, my Savior,
for I deserve your place;
look on me with thy favor
and save me by your grace.

What language shall I borrow
to thank you, dearest Friend,
for this, your dying sorrow,
your pity without end?
Lord, make me yours forever,
a loyal servant true,
and let me never, never
outlive my love to you.

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“Jesus said, ‘It is finished.’ With that, He bowed His head and gave up His spirit.” John 19:30


‘Til He Shouts!

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The poem “O Sacred Head”, is attributed to Paul Gerhardt, 1656

8 thoughts on “On Good Friday

  1. Beautiful! Thank you, Jesus, for the greatest gift you could give us. I pray that we use your grace well.
    Wishing you and David a joyous Easter, Adele! He is Risen! Thanks be to God!

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