O sacred head, sore wounded
April 5, 2022 Dear friends, O sacred head, sore wounded,Defiled and put to scorn;O kingly head, surroundedWith mocking crown of thorn:What sorrow mars thy grandeur?Can death thy bloom deflower?O countenance whose splendourThe hosts of heaven adore. In thy most bitter passionMy heart to share doth cry,With thee for my salvationUpon