Am Dm C Dm C Dm G C E Am Em E7 Am O sa-cred head, now wound-ed, With grief and shame weighed down, Am Dm C Dm C Dm G C E Am Em E7 Am Now scorn-ful-ly sur-round-ed With thorns, Thine on-ly crown: Am Dm C F G7 F C C7 Dm A7 Dm A O sa-cred head, what glo-ry, What bliss till now was Thine! D7 G D Am G Am7 G C Dm C Dm7 G C Yet, though de-spised and gor-y, I joy to call Thee mine.