O sacred head with grief weighed down,
with thorny bush your only crown!
How pale you are, abused and scorned,
your countenance, now blood adorned!
What shall I say, dear heavenly Friend?
Your shame and suff’ring, I cannot mend!
But let me never faithless be,
your dying love – it was for me!
O sacred Christ, so cruelly crowned –
no greater love or grace to be found.
O Jesus let me worship thee,
so scorned, so mocked on Calvary!
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