He that walketh with wise men shall be wise,
but a companion of fools shall be destroyed.
Daily Bible Reading:
Inspiring Hymns #111
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
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 till now was Thine! Yet, though despised and gory, I joy to call Thee mine.
O noblest Brow and dearest, in other days the world all feared when Thou appearedst; What shame on Thee is hurled! How art Thou pale with anguish, with sore abuse and scorn; How does that visage languish which once was bright as morn!
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 Saviour! ‘Tis I deserve Thy place; Look on me with Thy favor, vouchsafe to me Thy grace.
What language shall I borrow to thank Thee, dearest Friend, for this Thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end? O make me Thine forever; And should I fainting be, Lord, let me never, never outlive my love to Thee.
Words: Bernard of Clairvaux Tr. James W. Alexander
Music: H. L. Hassler Harmonized by J. S. Bach