O sacred head surrounded By crown of piercing thorn O bleeding head, so wounded Reviled and put to scorn Death's pallid hue comes over thee The glow of life decays Yet angel hosts adore thee And tremble as they gaze ♪ 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 haupt voll blut und wunden Voll schmerz und voller hohn O haupt, zum spott gebunden Mit einer dornenkron O haupt, sonst schön gezieret Mit höchster eh' und zier Jetzt aber höchst schimpfieret Gegrüßet sei'st du mir Haec tibi dona pura, o Deus, placeant Te omnis creatura coelique celebrant Nos quoque te laudamus per almam hostiam Et supplices placamus tuam justitiam A te, pater, creati nos tibi reddimus Tibique consecrati vivemus sanctius Virtutibus sanctorum plebs tua floreat Spectaculum coelorum orbis refulgeat