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