“172 至聖之首創傷 O SACRED HEAD, NOW WOUNDED.mp3” by DOW YOUNG. Track 10.
172 O Sacred Head Now Wounded
1. O sacred head now wounded with grief and shame weighed down. Now scornfully surrounded with thorns thine only crown. How pale thou art with anguish, with sores abuse and scorn. How does that visage languish which was bright as morn.
2. What thou my Lord hast suffered was all for sinners’ gain. Mine was the transgression, but thine the deadly pain.
Lo here I fall, my savior, it is I that deserve thy place. Look on me with thy favor, assist me with thy grace.
3. What language shall I borrow to thank thee dearest friend? For this thy dying sorrow, thy pity without end? O make me thine forever, and should I fainting be, Lord let me never outlive my love to thee.