O Sacred Head Now Wounded
Verse 1O sacred Head now woundedWith grief and shame weighed downNow scornfully surroundedWith thorns Thine only crownHow pale Thou art with anguishWith sore abuse and scornHow does that visage lanquishWhich once was bright as morn
Verse 2What Thou my Lord hast sufferedWas all for sinners' gainMine mine was the transgressionBut Thine the deadly painLo here I fall my Savior'Tis I deserve Thy placeLook on me with Thy favorVouchsafe to me Thy grace
Verse 3What language shall I borrowTo thank Thee dearest FriendFor this Thy dying sorrowThy pity without endO make me Thine foreverAnd should I fainting beLord let me never neverOutlive my love to Thee