O Sacred Head, surrounded by crown of piercing thorn
O Bleeding Head, so wounded, reviled and put to scorn
Our Sins have marred the glory of thy most Holy face
Yet angel hosts adore thee, and tremble as they gaze
The Lord of every nation was hung upon a tree
His death was our salvation, our sins his agony
O Jesus by thy Passion, thy life in us increase
Thy death for us did fasion our pardon and our peace
We sing the Saviour's glory, His triumph far and wide
We tell the wondrous story how on a cross He died
But God's great love and mercy shall every death embrace
The cross becomes our glory, God's mighty throne of grace
-- Hans Leo Hassler (1564-1612), adapted by J S Bach (1685-1758)
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