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Songs for Our Savior

  • Writer: Mark Dewey
    Mark Dewey
  • Apr 7, 2023
  • 1 min read

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.

 
 
 

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