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!
The poem “O Sacred Head”, is attributed to Paul Gerhardt, 1656
Letters From Adele 
Thank you! Easter Blessings to you and your family!
On Fri, Apr 19, 2019 at 6:10 AM Letters From Adele wrote:
> Adele Bower posted: ” 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 ” >
Hello Gloria. I think of you and Walt often and remember our fun “movie and sandwiches nights” together. We wish you both a blessed Resurrection Day, also.