(Seeing the movie tonight at 8pm. Will post review soon.)
Posted by pablohart on February 25, 2004 05:41 PM
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paul, thank you for all you do related to 'follow the rabbi' and especially for highlighting 'The Christ of the Passion'.
seeing the look on your face tonight in the lobby after the film, i have to ask...was this classic hymn running through your mind like it was through mine?
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, till now was Thine!
Yet, though despised and gory,
I joy to call Thee mine.
2. Men mock and taunt and jeer Thee,
Thou noble countenance,
Though mighty worlds shall fear Thee
And flee before Thy glance.
How art thou pale with anguish,
With sore abuse and scorn!
How doth Thy visage languish
That once was bright as morn!
3. Now from Thy cheeks has vanished
Their color, once so fair;
From Thy red lips is banished
The splendor that was there.
Grim Death, with cruel rigor,
Hath robbed Thee of Thy life;
Thus Thou has lost Thy vigor,
Thy strength, in this sad strife.
4. My burden in Thy Passion,
Lord, Thou hast borne for me,
For it was my transgression
Which brought this woe on thee.
I cast me down before Thee,
Wrath were my rightful lot;
Have mercy, I implore Thee;
Redeemer, spurn me not!
these are but the first 4 of 10 stanzas in the classic hymn.
Text: Attributed to Bernard of Clairvoix [1153] (author of 'Jesus, the Very Thought of Thee'); translated from Latin to German by Paul Gerhardt [1656] and from Latin to English by James W. Alexander [1830];
Music: Hans L. Hassler [1564-1612]; harmony by J.S. Bach [1685-1750]
Tune: PASSION CHORALE
paul, thank you for all you do related to 'follow the rabbi' and especially for highlighting 'The Christ of the Passion'.
seeing the look on your face tonight in the lobby after the film, i have to ask...was this classic hymn running through your mind like it was through mine?
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, till now was Thine!
Yet, though despised and gory,
I joy to call Thee mine.
2. Men mock and taunt and jeer Thee,
Thou noble countenance,
Though mighty worlds shall fear Thee
And flee before Thy glance.
How art thou pale with anguish,
With sore abuse and scorn!
How doth Thy visage languish
That once was bright as morn!
3. Now from Thy cheeks has vanished
Their color, once so fair;
From Thy red lips is banished
The splendor that was there.
Grim Death, with cruel rigor,
Hath robbed Thee of Thy life;
Thus Thou has lost Thy vigor,
Thy strength, in this sad strife.
4. My burden in Thy Passion,
Lord, Thou hast borne for me,
For it was my transgression
Which brought this woe on thee.
I cast me down before Thee,
Wrath were my rightful lot;
Have mercy, I implore Thee;
Redeemer, spurn me not!
these are but the first 4 of 10 stanzas in the classic hymn.
Text: Attributed to Bernard of Clairvoix [1153] (author of 'Jesus, the Very Thought of Thee'); translated from Latin to German by Paul Gerhardt [1656] and from Latin to English by James W. Alexander [1830];
Music: Hans L. Hassler [1564-1612]; harmony by J.S. Bach [1685-1750]
Tune: PASSION CHORALE
still awaiting that review!
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