O Sacred Head, Now Wounded (Bach) Lyrics

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

How pale thou art with anguish

With sore abuse and scorn

How does thy face now languish

Which once was bright as morn

Thy grief and bitter passion

Were all for sinners' gain

Mine, mine was the transgression

But thine the deadly pain

What language shall I borrow

To thank thee, dearest friend

For this thy dying sorrow

Thy pity without end

Oh, make me thine forever

And should I fainting be

Lord, let me never, never

Outlive my love to thee

Lord, be my consolation

Shield me when I must die

Remind me of thy passion

When my last hour draws nigh

These eyes, new faith receiving

From thee shall never move

For all who die believing

Die safely in thy love