all pointing to George Floyd, but watch carefully the blasphemous mix. (This song is being sung in some of the Apostate Social Justice Churches).
[Verse 1]
O, Sacred Neck, now wounded
Pressed down by blows and knees
This son of God surrounded
By silent enemies
Will no one stop and listen?
Will no one rise and speak
Of violence and oppression
Which hanged You from that tree?
[Verse 2]
O, Sacred Head, discounted
Lies crowned in locks and sweat
See thorns and curls now found
In Your weeping mother's hands
O, sun-kissed King of glory
What honor once was yours
Yet now despised and gory
Our still and lifeless Lord
[Chorus]
O, man of sorrows, beaten down
Our brother's blood cries from the ground
You bore our sin, we turned our eyеs
From You, the Lamb of God
[Verse 3]
O, Sacred Body, wounded
Now brеathless in the street
Your people here press onward
To be Your hands and feet
Your mouth to speak your justice
Your heartbeat for the poor
Your life, it flows within us
To break down prison doors
[Chorus]
O, man of sorrows, beaten down
Our brother's blood cries from the ground
You bore our sin, we turn our eyes
To You, the Lamb of God
NOW THE ORIGINAL LYRICS...
1. O sacred Head, now wounded,
With grief and shame weighed down,
Now scornfully surrounded
With thorns, Thine only crown;
O sacred Head, what glory
What bliss til now was Thine
Yet though despised and gory
I joy to call Thee mine
2. What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered,
Was all for sinners gain;
Mine, mine was the transgression,
But Thine the deadly pain.
Lo, here I fall, my Savior!
Tis I deserve Thy place;
Look on me with Thy favor,
Vouchsafe me to Thy grace.
3. The joy can never be spoken,
Above all joys beside,
When in Thy body broken
I thus with safety hide.
My Lord of Life, desiring
Thy glory now to see,
Beside Thy cross expiring,
Id breathe my soul to Thee.
4. What language shall I borrow
To praise Thee, heavenly friend,
For this my dying sorrow,
Thy pity without end?
Lord make me Thine forever,
Nor let me faithless prove
Oh let me never, never
Abuse such dying love
5. Forbid that I should leave Thee
O Jesus leave not me!
By faith I would receive Thee
Thy blood can make me free
When strength and comfort languish
And I must hence depart
Release me then from anguish
By Thine own wounded heart
6. Be near when I am dying
Oh show Thy cross to me
And for my succor flying
Come Lord and set me free
These eyes new faith receiving
From Jesus shall not move
For he who dies believing
Dies safely, through Thy love
When will this blasphemous madness stop?
[Verse 1]
O, Sacred Neck, now wounded
Pressed down by blows and knees
This son of God surrounded
By silent enemies
Will no one stop and listen?
Will no one rise and speak
Of violence and oppression
Which hanged You from that tree?
[Verse 2]
O, Sacred Head, discounted
Lies crowned in locks and sweat
See thorns and curls now found
In Your weeping mother's hands
O, sun-kissed King of glory
What honor once was yours
Yet now despised and gory
Our still and lifeless Lord
[Chorus]
O, man of sorrows, beaten down
Our brother's blood cries from the ground
You bore our sin, we turned our eyеs
From You, the Lamb of God
[Verse 3]
O, Sacred Body, wounded
Now brеathless in the street
Your people here press onward
To be Your hands and feet
Your mouth to speak your justice
Your heartbeat for the poor
Your life, it flows within us
To break down prison doors
[Chorus]
O, man of sorrows, beaten down
Our brother's blood cries from the ground
You bore our sin, we turn our eyes
To You, the Lamb of God
NOW THE ORIGINAL LYRICS...
1. O sacred Head, now wounded,
With grief and shame weighed down,
Now scornfully surrounded
With thorns, Thine only crown;
O sacred Head, what glory
What bliss til now was Thine
Yet though despised and gory
I joy to call Thee mine
2. What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered,
Was all for sinners gain;
Mine, mine was the transgression,
But Thine the deadly pain.
Lo, here I fall, my Savior!
Tis I deserve Thy place;
Look on me with Thy favor,
Vouchsafe me to Thy grace.
3. The joy can never be spoken,
Above all joys beside,
When in Thy body broken
I thus with safety hide.
My Lord of Life, desiring
Thy glory now to see,
Beside Thy cross expiring,
Id breathe my soul to Thee.
4. What language shall I borrow
To praise Thee, heavenly friend,
For this my dying sorrow,
Thy pity without end?
Lord make me Thine forever,
Nor let me faithless prove
Oh let me never, never
Abuse such dying love
5. Forbid that I should leave Thee
O Jesus leave not me!
By faith I would receive Thee
Thy blood can make me free
When strength and comfort languish
And I must hence depart
Release me then from anguish
By Thine own wounded heart
6. Be near when I am dying
Oh show Thy cross to me
And for my succor flying
Come Lord and set me free
These eyes new faith receiving
From Jesus shall not move
For he who dies believing
Dies safely, through Thy love
When will this blasphemous madness stop?
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