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181. O Head Once Full of Bruises | 7.6.7.6.D. |
| by Bernard of Clairvaux |
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| 1 | O Head once full of bruises, |
| So full of pain and scorn, |
| Mid other sore abuses, |
| Mocked with a crown of thorn; |
| O Head e'en now surrounded |
| With brightest majesty, |
| In death once bowed and wounded |
| On the accursèd tree. |
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| 2 | Thou Countenance transcendent! |
| Thou life-creating Sun! |
| To worlds on Thee dependent— |
| Yet bruised and spit upon: |
| O Lord, what Thee tormented |
| Was our sins' heavy load, |
| We had the debt augmented |
| Which Thou didst pay in blood. |
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| 3 | We give Thee thanks unfeignèd, |
| O Saviour, Friend in need, |
| For what Thy soul sustainèd |
| When Thou for us didst bleed. |
| Grant us to lean unshaken |
| Upon Thy faithfulness, |
| Until, to glory taken, |
| We see Thee face to face. |
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