Grace notes

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 for thee

~~from

"O Sacred Head, Now Wounded"

Anonymous; trans. by Paul Gerhardt and James W. Alexander

[I've posted part of this one before. . .but it's one of my all-time favorites and I wanted to see the whole verse!]