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.


“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.

(I first published “On Good Friday”  on Good Friday, 2015. )

6 thoughts on “On Good Friday

  1. Just came from a Tenebrae service at First Presbyterian Kingwood this evening where they presented “The Shadow of the Cross” – arranged and compiled by Lloyd Larson and it was so beautifully and musically portrayed by their Chancel Choir. Thank you for helping me to remember the words to this hymn. Have a blessed Easter weekend! ‘Till He Shouts! ;>)

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