Fernando Ortega - O Sacred Head, Now Wounded lyrics

O sacred Head, now wounded With grief and shame weighed down Now scornfully surrounded With thorns, Thine only crown How pale thou art with anguish With sore abuse and scorn! How doth Thy visage languish Which once was bright as morn! What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered T'was all for sinners' gain; Mine, mine was the transgression But Thine the deadly pain Lo, here I fall, my Savior! 'Tis I deserve Thy place; Look on me with Thy favor Vouchsafe to me Thy grace 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 for Thee