Am F
Am C G
F G C
O sacred head, now wounded,
Am E Am
With grief and shame weighed down.
F G C
Now scornfully surrounded
Am E Am
With thorns, Thine only crown.
G F C
O sacred head, what glory,
F Am
What bliss till now was Thine.
G C D
Yet, though despised and gory,
F G Am
I joy to call Thee mine.
Am C G
F G C
What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered,
Am E Am
Was all for sinners' gain.
F G C
Mine, mine was the transgression,
Am E Am
But Thine the deadly pain.
G F C
Lo, here I fall, my Savior
F Am
'Tis I deserve Thy place;
G C D G
Look on me with Thy favor,
F G Am
and grant to me thy grace.
F G C
What language shall I borrow
Am E Am
to thank thee, dearest Friend,
F G C
for this, thy dying sorrow,
Am E Am
thy pity without end.
G F C
Oh, make me thine forever,
F Am
and should I fainting be,
G C D
Lord, let me never, never
F G Am
outlive my love to thee.
F G C
The joy can never be spoken,
Am E Am
Above all joys beside,
F G C
When in Thy body broken
Am E Am
I thus with safety hide.
G F C
O Lord of Life, desiring
F Am
Thy glory now to see,
G C D G
Beside Thy cross expiring,
F G Am
I’d breathe my soul to Thee.