Amy Grant
o sacred head
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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
- Album:
- Tennessee Christmas
- Be Still and Know...Hymns & Faith
- BE STILL & KNOW: HYMNS & FAITH
- In Motion: The Remixes
- How Mercy Looks From Here
- Rock Of Ages...Hymns And Faith
- A Christmas Album
- Amy Grant
- Miscellaneous
- Singer Songwriter Collection: Lead Me On & Behind
- She Colors My Day (EP)
- A Christmas To Remember
- The Christmas Collection
- Age To Age
- Never Alone
- Straight Ahead
- Unguarded
- Home For Christmas
- Remembering Patsy Cline
- Songs From The Book