Standard (EADGBE)
O sacred Head, now wounded,
With grief and shame bow'd down,
Now scornfully surrounded
With 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.
Standard (EADGBE)
O sacred Head, now wounded,
With grief and shame bow'd down,
Now scornfully surrounded
With 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.