O Sacred Head, Now Wounded - John Tesh
O sacred head now wounded
With grief and shame weighed down
Now scornfully surounded
With thorns thine only crown
How art thou pale with anguish
With sore abuse and scorn
How does that visage languish
Which once was bright as morn
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
O make me thine forever
And should I fainting be
Lord let me never never
Outlive my love to thee
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