Full Lyrics
VERSE 1
O Sacred head now wounded, with grief & 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 & gory, I joy to call thee mine.
VERSE 2
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 favour, vouchsafe to me thy grace.
VERSE 3
What language shall I borrow to thank thee dearest friend,
for this, thy dying sorrow, thy pity without end?
O make me thine for ever; and should I fainting be,
Lord let me never never outlive my love to thee.
VERSE 4
Be near when I am dying, O show thy cross to me;
and for my succor flying, come Lord to set me free.
These eyes, new faith receiving, from Jesus shall not move;
for he who dies believing, dies safe beneath thy love.
