1. O sacred head, now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down, now scornfully surrounded with thorns, your only crown; O sacred head, what glory and blessing you have known! Yet, though despised and gory, I claim you as my own. 2. My Lord, what you did suffer, was all for sinners' gain; mine, mine was the transgression, but yours the deadly pain. So here I kneel, my Savior, for I deserve your place; look on me with your favor and safe me by your grace. 3. What language shall I borrow to thank you, dearest Friend, for this your dying sorrow, your mercy without end? Lord, make me yours forever, a loyal servant true, and let me never, never outlive my love for you. 4. My Savior, be you near me when death is at my door; Then let your presence cheer me, forsake me nevermore! When soul and body languish, oh, leave me not alone, but take away mine anguish by virtue of yours own!