{title: O Sacred Head, Now Wounded}

{comment: Intro}
[Am]

{comment: Verse 1}
O s[F]acred Head, now w[G]ounde[C]d,
With g[Am]rief and sha[E]me weighed [Am]down,
No[F]w scornfully su[G]rrounde[C]d
With t[Am]horns, Thin[E]e only cro[Am]wn.
O s[G]acred H[F]ead, what g[C]lory,        
What b[F]liss till now was T[Am]hine!
Yet, t[G]hough [C]despised and [D]gory[G],
I jo[F]y to c[G]all Thee m[Am]ine.

{comment: Verse 2}
W[F]hat Thou, my Lord, hast [G]suffere[C]d,
Was a[Am]ll for sin[E]ners' g[Am]ain;
My [F]sin was the tran[G]sgress[C]ion,
But T[Am]hine the d[E]eadly p[Am]ain:
Lo, h[G]ere I f[F]all, my S[C]avior!           
'Tis [F]I deserve Thy p[Am]lace;
Look[G] on me[C] with Thy[D] favo[G]r,
Vou[F]chsafe [G]to me Thy g[Am]race.

{comment: Verse 3}
The[F] joy can never be [G]spoke[C]n, 
abo[Am]ve all j[E]oys be[Am]side,
Wh[F]en in Thy body [G]broke[C]n 
I thu[Am]s with s[E]afety hi[Am]de.
O L[G]ord of L[F]ife, desi[C]ring           
Thy[F] glory now to s[Am]ee,
Be[G]side Thy[C] cross [D]expiring[G], 
I’d b[F]reathe my[G] soul to T[Am]hee