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