O Sacred Head, Now Wounded

    F               G   C
O sacred Head, now wounded,

      Am         E          Am
With grief and shame bow'd down,

     F             G   C
Now scornfully surrounded

      Am            E    Am
With thorns, Thine only crown.

   Em               F  C
O sacred Head, what glory,

      F                   A
What bliss till now was Thine!

      G                  D G
Yet, though despised and gory,

   F      G         C
I joy to call Thee mine.