Lyrics Amy Grant – O Sacred Head
Text:
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
Amy Grant – Amy Grant - My Father's Eyes
Amy Grant – Keep It On Going
Amy Grant – There Will Never Be Another
Amy Grant – Giggle
Amy Grant – Fairytale
Amy Grant – All That I Need Is You
Amy Grant – O Sacred Head
Amy Grant – You Were There
Amy Grant – Lay Down
Amy Grant – Bridegroom
Amy Grant – Never Give You Up
Amy Grant – Always The Winner
Amy Grant – Faith Walkin’ People
Amy Grant – Father’s Eyes