Verse 1

C   F   G   F   C   G   E

O sacred Head, now wounded,

  Am   Esus   E   Am

With grief and shame weighed down,

  F   G   F   C   G   E

Now scornfully surrounded

  Am   Esus   E   Am

With thorns, Thine only crown.

  Am   G   C   F   G   Csus   C 

O sacred Head, what glory,

  F   C   Am   Dm   E

What bliss, till now was Thine!

Am   Em   G   C   G   Dsus   D   G

Yet, though despised and gory,

C   F   C   G   G/F   E

I joy to call Thee mine.