Sacred Head, Now Wounded

<p>O sacred Head, now wounded<br/>With grief and shame weighed down<br/>Now scornfully surrounded<br/>With thorns, Thine only crown<br/>How pale Thou art with anguish<br/>With sore abuse and scorn!<br/>How does that visage languish<br/>Which once was bright as morn!<br/><br/>What Thou, my Lord, has suffered<br/>Was all for sinners&#x27; gain<br/>Oh, mine was the transgression<br/>But Thine the deadly pain<br/>Lo, here I fall, my Savior!<br/>&#x27;Tis I deserve Thy place<br/>Look on me with Thy favor<br/>Assist me with Thy grace<br/>What language shall I borrow<br/>To thank Thee, dearest friend<br/>For this Thy dying sorrow<br/>Thy pity without end?<br/>O make me Thine forever<br/>And should I fainting be<br/>Lord, let me never, never<br/>Outlive my love to Thee<br/>Outlive my love to Thee