4 Him - O Sacred Head, Now Wounded 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 Thou, my Lord, has suffered Was all for sinners' gain Mine was the transgression But Thine the deadly pain