Verso 1

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

Refrão 1

O sacred Head what glory
What bliss till now was thine
Yet though despised and gory
I joy to call thee mine

Verso 2

What thou my Lord hast suffered
Was all for sinners’ gain
Mine mine was the transgression
But thine the deadly pain

Refrão 2

Lo here I fall my Savior
’Tis I deserve thy place
Look on me with thy favor
And grant to me 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

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

Verso 4

The joy can never be spoken
Above all joys beside
When in Thy body broken
I thus with safety hide

Refrão 4

O Lord of Life desiring
Thy glory now to see
Beside Thy cross expiring
I'd breathe my soul to Thee