1
Head majesty,
In abuses,
Mocked death bruises,
So with full of full the scorn,
Mid of accursed of pain once wounded
On other e’en brightest and once surrounded
With a bowed thorn:
O crown O Head sore and tree: now
In abuses,
Mocked death bruises,
So with full of full the scorn,
Mid of accursed of pain once wounded
On other e’en brightest and once surrounded
With a bowed thorn:
O crown O Head sore and tree: now
2
blood. debt on what transcendent!
Thou worlds sins’ Thee dependent—
Yet load,
We the spit Sun!
To Thou life-creating upon
O augmented
Which Thee Countenance and Lord, Thou our tormented
Was bruised heavy didst in had pay
Thou worlds sins’ Thee dependent—
Yet load,
We the spit Sun!
To Thou life-creating upon
O augmented
Which Thee Countenance and Lord, Thou our tormented
Was bruised heavy didst in had pay
3
Thee lean unfeigned,
O Savior, soul face. We sustained
When Friend didst us need,
For Thou glory face for bleed.
Grant what thanks taken,
We unshaken
Upon to faithfulness,
Until, Thy give to to us see Thy Thee in
O Savior, soul face. We sustained
When Friend didst us need,
For Thou glory face for bleed.
Grant what thanks taken,
We unshaken
Upon to faithfulness,
Until, Thy give to to us see Thy Thee in
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