1 O Head so full of bruises,
So full of pain and scorn,
Midst other sore abuses,
Mock'd with a crown of thorn!
O hear, e'er now surrounded
With brightest majesty,
In death now bow'd and wounded,
Saluted be by me!

2 O Lord, what thee tormented,
Was my sins, heavy load,
I had the debt augmented,
Which thou did'st pay in blood.
Here am I, blushing sinner,
On whom wrath ought to light:
O thou, my health's beginner!
Let thy grace cheer my sight.

3 Own me, Lord, my salvation!
Receive, my Shepherd, me!
I know, thy bitter passion
Is a rich treasury;
And that thou, man of sorrows!
Hast by thy death and blood
Procur'd a new heart for us,
And everlasting good.

4 Humbly I will stand by thee,
Thou deign'st at me to look;
In Spirit let me eye thee
So as thy heart-strings broke,
And as thy limbs extended
In death grew stiff and cold,
Might I thy corpse expanded
Within my arms infold.

5 It yields me consolation,
When I can feed by faith,
My Saviour, on thy passion
And meritorious death;
O what am I enjoying,
Thy flesh and bone, when I
With thee, my Lord, am dying,
What peace divine, what joy!

6 Endow me with good courage,
When yielding up my breath,
And let me see thy image,
Thy lovely form in death;
To thee my eyes I'm raising,
And my election see,
Thee in my heart embracing,
I'd so it constantly.

7 I give thee thanks unfeigned,
O Jesus, friend in need,
For what thy soul sustained,
When thou for me did'st bleed;
Thou wilt preserve me ever,
Till I before thee stand;
Can ought on earth me sever
From thy most faithful hand?

8 With awe I see thee languish,
And watch thy latest breath,
Upon thy tears and anguish
I fix the eye of faith;
Where sight of him allowed,
I then should know; 'Twas He,
My flesh and bone avowed,
My Lord God certainly.

9 When in the arms of Jesus
My lips shall pallid grow,
Then shall that blood so precious,
Which from his wounds did flow,
Anoint my body dying,
My soul will join the blest,
Eternal bliss enjoying;
My flesh in hope shall rest.