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[Verse 1]
CO Amsacred D7Head, now GwoundE7ed, with Amgrief and E7shame weighed Amdown; now Cscornfully E7surrounded with Amthorns, E7thine only Amcrown; O Gsacred Head, what Cglory, what Ambliss till now was thine! Yet, Gthough despised and Emgory, I D7joy to Ecall thee Cmine.
[Verse 2*
CWhat Amthou, my D7Lord, hast GsufE7fered was Amall for E7sinners' Amgain: mine, Cmine was the E7transgression, but Amthine the E7deadly Ampain. Lo, Ghere I fall, my CSavior! 'Tis AmI deserve thy place; look Gon me with thy Emfavor, vouchD7safe to Eme thy Cgrace.
[Verse 3]
CWhat lAmanguage D7shall I GborE7row to Amthank thee, E7dearest AmFriend, for Cthis, thy dyE7ing sorrow, thy Ampity E7without Amend? O Gmake me thine forCever; and Amshould I fainting be, Lord, Glet me never, Emnever outD7live my Elove to Cthee.