- C Soprano Recorder
- F Alto Recorder
- C Tenor Recorder
- F Bass Recorder
- Verse 1
- O Sacred Head, now wounded,
- With grief and shame weighed down;
- Now scornfully surrounded
- With thorns. Thine only crown
- How art Thou pale with anguish,
- Wurg sore abuse and scorn
- How does that visage languish,
- Which once was bright as morn!
- Verse 2
- O Lord of life and glory
- What bliss till now was Thine
- I reead the wondrous story;
- I joy to call Thee mine.
- What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered
- Was all for sinners’ gain
- Mine, mine was the transgression.
- But Thine the deadly pain.
- Verse 3
- What language shall I borrow
- To thank Thee, dearest Friend,
- For this Thy dying sorrow,
- Thy pity without end?
- O make me Thine for ever;
- And, should I fainting be,
- Lord, let me never, never
- Outlive my love to Thee.
- Verse 4
- Be near when I am dying,
- O show Thy Cross to me;
- And for my succour flying,
- Come, Lord, to set me free:
- These eyes, new faith receiving,
- From Thee shall not remove,
- For he who dies believing,
- Dies safely through Thy love.