Am, Amsus4, Am, Amsus4, Am 


[Verses]
  F                G    C
O sacred Head, now wounded,
     Am        E             Am
With grief and shame weighed down,
    F          G       C
Now scornfully surrounded
     Am            E    Am
With thorns, Thine only crown
    G         F        C
How pale thou art with anguish,
     F    Dm        Am
with sore abuse and scorn.
    G         C      D G
How does that visage languish
      F        G         Am
which once was bright as morn.


     F                   G  C
What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered,
      Am      E        Am
T'was all for sinners’ gain;
      F            G    C
Mine, mine was the transgression,
    Am        E      Am
But Thine the deadly pain.
    G      F        C
Lo, here I fall, my Saviour.
     F    Dm       Am
‘Tis I deserve Thy place;
     G     C        D G
Look on me with Thy favour,
     F       G      Am
Vouchsafe to me Thy grace.


[Instrumental]

F          G         C
Am         E         Am
F          G         C
Am         E         Am
G          F         C
F          Dm        Am
G          C         D    G
F          G         Am   C  

     Ab               Bb Eb
What language shall I borrow
   Cm          Bb      Ab
To thank Thee, dearest friend,
    Fm       Cm    Bb Eb
For this Thy dying sorrow,
    Cm   G       Cm
Thy pity without end?
  Bb      Ab       Eb
O make me Thine forever,
    Ab       Fm       Cm
And should I fainting be,
      Bb     Eb     F  Bb
Lord, let me never, never
   Ab      Bb       Cm
Outlive my love for Thee

Bb        Eb      F  Bb