O Sacred Head, Now Wounded Lyrics

O Sacred Head, now wounded
With grief and shame weighed down,
Now scornfully surrounded
With thorns Thine only crown,
How pale Thou art 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
But mine was the transgression
And Thine the deadly pain
Though here I fall my Saviour
'Tis I deserve Thy place
Look on me with Thy favour
That saved to me Thy grace

(Musical Bridge)

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.
Outlive my love to Thee.