{
  "title": "O sacred Head, now wounded",
  "author": "",
  "tune": "Passion Chorale",
  "number": "178",
  "lyrics": "O sacred Head, now wounded,\nWith grief and shame weighed down;\nNow scornfully surrounded\nWith thorns, thine only crown;\nO sacred Head, what glory,\nWhat bliss till now was thine!\nYet, though despised and gory,\nI joy to call thee mine.\n\nWhat thou, my Lord, hast suffered\nWas all for sinners' gain:\nMine, mine was the transgression,\nBut thine the deadly pain.\nLo, here I fall, my Saviour!\n'Tis I deserve thy place;\nLook on me with thy favor,\nVouchsafe to me thy grace.\n\nWhat language shall I borrow\nTo thank thee, dearest Friend,\nFor this thy dying sorrow,\nThy pity without end?\nO make me thine for ever;\nAnd should I fainting be,\nLord, let me never, never\nOutlive my love to thee.\n\nBe near when I am dying,\nO show thy cross to me;\nAnd for my succor flying,\nCome, Lord, to set me free:\nThese eyes, new faith receiving,\nFrom Jesus shall not move;\nFor he who dies believing,\nDies safely, through thy love.",
  "first_line": "O sacred Head, now wounded,"
}