Letra de Oh Sacred Head Now Wounded

O sacred Head, now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down
Now scornfully surrounded with thorns, Thine only crown;
How pale art Thou with anguish, with sore abuse and scorn!
Oh how Your face bends solemn, which once was bright as morn!
Men mock and taunt and jeer Thee, Thou noble countenance
Though mighty worlds shall fear Thee and flee before Thy glance
Grim death, with cruel rigor, hath robbed Thee of Thy life; Thus Thou hast lost Thy vigor, Thy strength in this sad strife
You bled by our hands, You bled!
My burdens You have carried, my sins you have borne
For it was my transgression which brought this worldly scorn
I cast me down before Thee, wrath – my rightful lot;
But You have sweet mercy, Redeemer by the cross
You bled by our hands, You bled for me, for you, for us!