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 you,
The glow of life decays,
yet angel hosts adore you
and tremble as they gaze

I see thy strength and vigour
all fading in the strife,
and death with cruel rigor,
bereaving you of life;
O bitter pains and dying!
That set the sinners free!
May you your grace supplying,
O Jesus look at me.

O Jesus, I adore you,
And humble plea I bring,
My guilt I own before you,
O pardon me, my King,
Your cross is my salvation,
In life it is my stay,
My hope and consolation,
When life blood ebbs away.