Verso 1

O sacred Head now wounded
With grief and shame weighed down
Now scornfully surrounded
With thorns Thine only crown

Refrão 1

How pale thou art with anguish
With sore abuse and scorn
How does that visage languish
Which once was bright as morn

Verso 2

What thou my Lord has suffered
Was all for sinner's gain
Mine mine was the transgression
But thine the cruel pain

Refrão 2

Lo here I fall my Savior
Turn not from me thy face
But look on me with favour
Vouchsafe me to thy grace

Verso 3

What language shall I borrow
To thank thee dearest friend
For this thy dying sorrow
Thy pity without end

Refrão 3

O make me thine forever
And should I fainting be
Lord let me never never
Outlive my love for thee

Verso 4

Be near me Lord when dying
O show thy cross to me

Refrão 4

And my last need supplying
Come Lord and set me free