O Sacred Head, Surrounded

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O Sacred Head, surrounded
By crown of piercing thorns!
O bleeding Head, so wounded,
Reviled and put to scorn!
The pow'r of death comes o'er you,
The glow of life decays,
Yet angel hosts adore you,
And tremble as they gaze.

In this, your bitter passion,
Good Shepherd, think of me
With your most kind compassion,
Unworthy though I be:
Beneath your cross abiding,
Forever would I rest,
In your dear love confiding,
And with your presence blest.

What language shall I borrow
To thank you, dearest friend,
For this, your dying sorrow,
Your mercy without end?
Lord, make me yours forever,
A loyal servant true,
And let me never, never
Outlive my love for you.