B-027O Sacred Head (Additional Verses)

O sacred head! now wounded,

With grief and shame weighed down,

Now scornfully surrounded

With thorns, thy only crown;

O sacred Head! what glory,

What bliss, till now was thine!

Yet, though despised and gory,

I joy to call thee mine.

O noblest brow, and dearest!

In other days the world

All feared, when thou appeared’st,

What shame on thee is hurled!

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, hast suffered,

Was all for sinners’ gain:

Mine, mine was the transgression,

But thine the deadly pain.

Lo! here I fall, my Saviour,

’Tis I deserve thy place;

Look on me with thy favor,

Vouchsafe to me thy grace.

What language shall I borrow

To thank thee, dearest Friend,

For this, thy dying sorrow,

Thy pity without end?

Oh! make me thine forever,

And should I fainting be,

Lord let me never, never

Outlive my love to thee.

Be near me when I'm dying,

Oh! show thy cross to me;

And for my succor flying,

Come, Lord, and set me free!

These eyes new faith receiving.

From Jesus shall not move,

For he who dies believing,

Dies safely through thy love.