一 主，祢聖首滿傷跡，憂羞使祢頭垂；
祢的冠冕是荊棘，蔑視辱罵四圍。
何等蒼白的臉面- 濫被凌辱摧毀；
從前發光的榮顏，如今何等憔悴。
二 生命之主何榮耀，本享何等福樂；
奇妙故事我知曉，今祢所受為我。
祢的憂愁和苦情，皆為罪人福祉；
我的所有乃惡行，祢的卻是受死。
三 為祢受死的憂苦，為祢恩憐無極，
我口無語能盡述我心所有感激。
使我屬祢不變更，縱使我力敗頹；
使我莫苟且偷生，若向祢愛減退。
1. O sacred Head, now wounded,
With grief and shame weighed down,
Now scornfully surrounded
With thorns, Thine only crown:
O sacred Head, what glory,
What bliss till now was Thine!
Yet, though despised and gory,
I joy to call Thee mine.
2. What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered
Was all for sinners' gain;
Mine, mine was the transgression,
But Thine the deadly pain.
Lo, here I fall, my Savior!
'Tis I deserve Thy place;
Look on me with Thy favor,
Vouchsafe to me Thy grace.
3. What language shall I borrow
To thank Thee, dearest friend,
For this Thy dying sorrow,
Thy pity without end?
O make me Thine forever:
And should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never
Outlive my love to Thee.