O Sacred Head

O sacred Head, now wounded,with grief and shame weighed down,now scornfully surroundedwith 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. What thou, my Lord, hast sufferedwas all for sinners’ gain.Mine, mine was the transgression,but thine the deadly pain.Lo, here I fall,Continue reading “O Sacred Head”