O Sacred Head, now wounded,

With grief and shame weighed down;

Now scornfully surrounded with thorns, Thine only crown;

O Sacred Head, what glory, what bliss till now was Thine!

Yet though despised and gory, I joy to call Thee mine.

What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered,

Was all for sinners’ gain;

Mine, mine was the transgression,

But Thine the deadly pain.

Lo, here I fall,my Savior! ‘Tis I deserve Thy place;

Thou granted me Thy favor, forgave me by Thy grace.

What language shall I borrow

To thank Thee, dearest Friend,

For this Thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end?

Thou made me Thine forever,

and should I fainting be,

Lord, let me never, never outlive my love to Thee.

‘Twas at this world’s foundation,

that Thou didst die for me,

And then in mercy suffered, from sin to set me free.

I bow before Thy presence, my life I owe to Thee

To serve and praise my Savior for all eternity!

Ending:

I’ll serve and praise my Savior forall eternity.

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