O Sacred Head

O sacred head once wounded With grief and pain weighed down How scornfully surrounded With thorns thine only crown How art thou pale with anguish With sore abuse and scorn How does that visage languish Which once was bright as morn O sacred head, what glory What bliss till now was thine And now, despised and gory And set on, here in time Thy grief and thy compassion Were all for sinner’s gain Ours was the transgression And yours the deadly pain What language should I borrow To praise the, heavenly friend For this thy dying sorrow And mercy without end Lord, make me thine forever And let me ever be Held within your shadow Beside your wounded feet