Lyrics:



O Sacred Head Now Wounded With Grief And Shame Weighed Down

Now Scornfully Surrounded 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 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 (to Thee)



Amen Chorus



Scriptural Reference:



“They Stripped Him And Put A Scarlet Robe On Him, And Then Twisted Together A Crown Of Thorns And Set It On His Head. They Put A Staff In His Right Hand And Knelt In Front Of Him And Mocked Him. 'Hail, King Of The Jews!' They Said.” Matthew 27:28-29