156 – O Sacred Head Now Wounded
1O sacred Head, now wounded,with grief and shame weighed down,now scornfully suroundedwith thorns, thine only crown:how pale thou art with anguish,with sore abuse and scorn!How does that visage languishwhich once was bright as morn! 2What thou, my Lord, has sufferedwas all for sinners’ gain;mine, mine was the transgression,but thine the deadly pain.Lo, here I fall, […]