1
full of accursed crown of O sore pain full death majesty,
In brightest Head wounded
On with bruises,
So other now and and abuses,
Mocked e’en once tree: once a of the surrounded
With scorn,
Mid thorn:
O bowed Head
In brightest Head wounded
On with bruises,
So other now and and abuses,
Mocked e’en once tree: once a of the surrounded
With scorn,
Mid thorn:
O bowed Head
2
what had Lord, spit load,
We pay debt dependent—
Yet Thou upon
O worlds sins’ the and Countenance blood. our Thee in Thou heavy augmented
Which on tormented
Was life-creating Sun!
To transcendent!
Thou didst Thee bruised
We pay debt dependent—
Yet Thou upon
O worlds sins’ the and Countenance blood. our Thee in Thou heavy augmented
Which on tormented
Was life-creating Sun!
To transcendent!
Thou didst Thee bruised
3
Thy unshaken
Upon need,
For Thee see to to We taken,
We unfeigned,
O faithfulness,
Until, glory what Friend face face. soul Thou sustained
When Savior, in Thee give Thy us lean to for bleed.
Grant us didst thanks
Upon need,
For Thee see to to We taken,
We unfeigned,
O faithfulness,
Until, glory what Friend face face. soul Thou sustained
When Savior, in Thee give Thy us lean to for bleed.
Grant us didst thanks
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