O sacred Head, surrounded By crown of piercing thorn O bleeding Head, so wounded Reviled and put to scorn Death's pallid hue comes o'er thee The glow of life decays Yet angel hosts adore thee And tremble as they gaze I see thy strength and vigor All fading in the strife And death with cruel rigor Bereaving thee of life O agony and dying O love to sinners free Jesus, all grace supplying O turn thy face on me In this, thy bitter passion Good Shepherd, think of me With thy most sweet compassion Unworthy though I be Beneath thy cross abiding Forever would I rest In thy dear love, confiding And with thy presence blest