O sacred head surrounded
By crown of piercing thorn
O bleeding head, so wounded
Reviled and put to scorn
Death's pallid hue comes over thee
The glow of life decays
Yet angel hosts adore thee
And tremble as they gaze
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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, never
Outlive my love to thee
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O haupt voll blut und wunden
Voll schmerz und voller hohn
O haupt, zum spott gebunden
Mit einer dornenkron
O haupt, sonst schön gezieret
Mit höchster eh' und zier
Jetzt aber höchst schimpfieret
Gegrüßet sei'st du mir
Haec tibi dona pura, o Deus, placeant
Te omnis creatura coelique celebrant
Nos quoque te laudamus per almam hostiam
Et supplices placamus tuam justitiam
A te, pater, creati nos tibi reddimus
Tibique consecrati vivemus sanctius
Virtutibus sanctorum plebs tua floreat
Spectaculum coelorum orbis refulgeat