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O sacred Head, now wounded,
with grief and shame weighed down
Now scornfully surrounded
with thorns your only crown
Now pale with cutting anguish
with sore abuse and scorn
How does that visage languish
which once was bright as morn
We all like sheep have wandered
to follow our own way
Our innocence we've squandered
and blindly gone astray
Our blatant insurrection
has brought you to this place
The shame of our infection
has marred your lovely face
This brutal cross of passion
was all for sinners' gain
Mine, mine was the transgression
but yours the deadly pain
Such love, who can conceive it?
to die there in my place
I gratefully receive it
this freely offered grace
What language shall I borrow
to thank you dearest friend
For this your dying sorrow
true pity without end
O make me yours forever
and should I fainting be
Lord, let me never, never
outlive my love to Thee