Uploaded April 2025 | Updated September 2026, 3 weeks ago
O Sacred Head Surrounded,
By crown of piercing thorn.
O bleeding Head so wounded,
Reviled and put to scorn.
Death's pallid hue comes o'er Thee,
The glow of life decays.
Yet angel hosts adore Thee
And tremble as they gaze.
O Sacred Head Surrounded,
By crown of piercing thorn.
O bleeding Head so wounded,
Reviled and put to scorn.
Death's pallid hue comes o'er Thee,
The glow of life decays.
Yet angel hosts adore Thee
And tremble as they gaze.










