O D#sacred head, now FwoundA#ed

With gGmrief and sDhame weighed dGmown

Now sD#cornfully suFrrouA#nded

With tGmhorns, Thine Donly crGmown

O sFacred D#head, what gA#lory

What bD#liss till now was TGmhine

Yet, tFhough desA#pised and gCory

I jD#oy to cFall Thee mGmine

What TD#hou, my Lord, hast FsuffeA#red

Was Gmall for sDinners' Gmgain

Mine, D#mine was the transFgresA#sion

But TGmhine the dDeadly pGmain

Lo, Fhere I fD#all, my SA#avior

'Tis D#I deserve Thy pGmlace

Look Fon me A#with Thy CfavoFr

and gD#rant to Fme thy gGmrace

What D#language shall I FborrA#ow

to tGmhank thee, dDearest FrGmiend

for tD#his, thy dying FsorroA#w

thy Gmpity wiDthout Gmend

Oh, mFake me tD#hine forA#ever

and D#should I fainting Gmbe

Lord, Flet me A#never, nCever

outlD#ive my lFove to tGmhee

The jD#oy can never be FspokA#en

AbGmove all jDoys besGmide

When D#in Thy body FbroA#ken

I tGmhus with sDafety Gmhide

O FLord of LD#ife, desA#iring

Thy gD#lory now to sGmee

BeFside Thy cA#ross exCpirFing

I’d bD#reathe my Fsoul to TGmhee