Text písně O Sacred Head

O sacred Head, now wounded,

With grief and shame weighed down,

Now scornfully surounded

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!

What thou, my Lord, has suffered

Was all for sinners' gain;

Mine was the transgression,

But thine the deadly pain.

Lo, here I fall, my Savior!

'Tis I deserve the place;

Look on me with thy favor,

Vouchsafe to me thy grace.


Sacred Head now wounded

Sacred Head with shame weighed down

What language shall I borrow

To thank thee, dearest friend,

For this thy dying sorrow,

Thy pity without end?

O make me thine forever;

And should I fainting be,

Lord, let me never, never

Outlive my love to thee.


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