O Sacred Head, Now Wounded

O sacred Head, now wounded

With grief and shame weighed down

Now scornfully surounded

With thorns, Thine only crown

How art Thou pale with anguish

With sore abuse and scorn!

How does that visage languish

Which once was bright as morn!

What Thou, my Lord, has suffered

Was all for sinners' gain

Mine was the transgression

But Thine the deadly pain

Lo, here I fall, my Savior!

'Tis I deserve Thy place

Look on me with Thy favor

Vouch safe to me Thy grace

Sacred Head now wounded

Sacred Head with shame weighed down

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 to Thee!

Sacred Head now wounded

Sacred Head with shame weighed down

O sacred Head, now wounded

With grief and shame weighed down

Now scornfully surounded

With thorns, Thine only crown

How art Thou pale with anguish

With sore abuse and scorn!

How does that visage languish

Which once was bright as morn!

How does that visage languish

Which once was bright as morn!

Sacred Head now wounded

Sacred Head with shame weighed down