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
O Sacred Head By Amy Grant O sacred head now wounded With grief and shame way down, Now scornfully surrounded With thorns thine only crown, How art thou
leashes to the rear of the cohorts of conscripts and auxiliaries. The pitiless Iron Phalanx and their Lord Militant Commander had assumed position at the head
Paul Gerhardt, J. W. Alexander, Hans Hassler, 16th Lent, Bach) O sacred Head now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down Now scornfully surrounded
I stay with the wratchet cuz thats whats up I got a *wizard in DC* that chef up o's So I'm livin like a *king in Sacramento* When I'm out in *Chicago