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
