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| OH, wounded head and bleeding, | |
| By pain and scorn bowed down! | |
| Oh head, the gibes unheeding, | |
| Bound with a thorny crown! | |
| Oh head, once decorated | 5 |
| With honours gloriously, | |
| Now tortured so and hated, | |
| I greet and worship Thee! | |
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| The pain Thou hast been winning | |
| Should all my burden be: | 10 |
| ’Tis all through my own sinning— | |
| The torture borne by Thee. | |
| Look, here I stand before Thee, | |
| A sinner in his plight; | |
| Forgive me, I implore Thee, | 15 |
| Grant me Thy mercy’s light. | |
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| Undaunted I stand by Thee. | |
| Lord, my repentance take! | |
| I’ll tarry when they try Thee, | |
| And when Thy heart must break; | 20 |
| When death at last doth hold Thee, | |
| And makes Thy face turn white, | |
| My loving arms shall fold Thee, | |
| Upbear Thee in Thy plight. | |
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| This is my consolation, | 25 |
| And gives me joyfulness: | |
| Myself and my salvation | |
| I find in Thy distress. | |
| Ah, fain I would be leaving | |
| My life upon Thy tree. | 30 |
| Thou art my life: no grieving, | |
| But sweetness that would be! | |
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| I thank Thee in my blindness, | |
| Oh Jesus, dearest friend, | |
| For Thy good-will and kindness, | 35 |
| Thy suffering to the end. | |
| Oh, let me not forsake Thee, | |
| Not Thee, Thou Faithful One, | |
| When death shall overtake me, | |
| My life in Thine be done. | 40 |
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| Draw nigh, Thy servant shielding, | |
| A comfort in my death, | |
| Let me behold Thee, yielding | |
| Upon the cross Thy breath: | |
| Aye, long I will behold Thee, | 45 |
| Faith in my soul shall dwell, | |
| When to my heart I fold Thee: | |
| Who thus may die, dies well. | |
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