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• O sacred Head, now wounded,
  With grief and 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 and gory,
  I joy to call Thee mine.

• Men mock and taunt and jeer Thee,
  Thou noble countenance,
  Though mighty worlds shall fear Thee
  And flee before Thy glance.
  How art thou pale with anguish,
  With sore abuse and scorn!
  How doth Thy visage languish
  That once was bright as morn!

• My burden in Thy Passion,
  What [Lord], Thou hast borne for me,
  For it was my transgression
  Which brought this woe on Thee.
  I cast me down before Thee,
  Wrath were my rightful lot;
  Have mercy, I implore Thee;
  Redeemer, spurn me not!

• 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 for Thee.

• 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 Savior!
  ’Tis I deserve Thy place;
  Look on me with Thy favor,
  Vouchsafe to me Thy grace.

• Now from Thy cheeks has vanished
  Their color once so fair;
  From Thy red lips is banished
  The splendor that was there.
  Grim death, with cruel rigor,
  Hath robbed Thee of Thy life;
  Thus Thou hast lost Thy vigor,
  Thy strength in this sad strife.

• My Shepherd, now receive me;
  My Guardian, own me Thine.
  Great blessings Thou didst give me,
  O source of gifts divine.
  Thy lips have often fed me
  With words of truth and love;
  Thy Spirit oft hath led me
  To heavenly joys above.

• Here I will stand beside Thee,
  From Thee I will not part;
  O Savior, do not chide me!
  When breaks Thy loving heart,
  When soul and body languish
  In death’s cold, cruel grasp,
  Then, in Thy deepest anguish,
  Thee in mine arms I’ll clasp.

• The joy can never be spoken,
  Above all joys beside,
  When in Thy body broken
  I thus with safety hide.
  O Lord of Life, desiring
  Thy glory now to see,
  1Beside Thy cross expiring,
  I’d breathe my soul to Thee.

• My Savior, be Thou near me
  When death is at my door;
  Then let Thy presence cheer me,
  Forsake me nevermore!
  When soul and body languish,
  Oh, leave me not alone,
  But take away mine anguish
  By virtue of Thine own!

• Be Thou my consolation,
  My shield when I must die;
  Remind me of Thy passion
  When my last hour draws nigh.
  Mine eyes shall then behold Thee,
  Upon Thy cross shall dwell,
  My heart by faith enfolds Thee.
  Who dieth thus dies well.