O sacred head surrounded
By crown of piercing thorn;
O bleeding head so wounded,
Reviled and put to Scorn;
Death's pallid hue comes o'er thee:
The glow of life decays;
Yet angel hosts adore thee;
And tremble as they gaze.

I see thy strength and vigour
All fading in the strife,
And death with cruel vigour
Bereaving thee of life;
O bitter pains and dying,
That set the sinner free!
May thou, thy grace supplying.
O Jesus, look at me.

O Jesus, I adore thee
And humble plea I bring.
My guilt I own before thee,
O pardon me, my king,
Thy Cross is my salvation,
In life it is my stay,
My hope and consolation
When life blood ebbs away.