o sacred head, now wounded

My burden in Thy Passion, Lord, Thou hast borne for me,
For it was my transgression, Which bro't this woe on Thee.
I cast me down before Thee; Wrath were my rightful lot.
Have mercy, I implore Thee; Redeemer, spurn me not.

What language shall I borrow, To thank Thee, dearest friend,
For this Thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end?
Oh, make me thine forever! And should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never, Outlive my love for Thee.

The Lutheran Hymnal, hymn 172 vs. 4 & 8