O Sacred Head

O sacred Head now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down Ø神圣的头现在受伤，悲伤和羞愧拖累

Now scornfully surrounded, with thorns Thine only crown 现在轻蔑地包围，带刺的就是你独冠

How art Thou pale with anguish, with sore abuse and scorn 何竟被苍白与痛苦，有疼痛的虐待和蔑视

How dost that visage languish which once was bright as morn 如何多斯特那面容憔悴曾经是明亮的早晨

What language shall I borrow to thank Thee dearest friend 我会借什么语言来感谢你最亲爱的朋友

For this Thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end? 因此你死去的悲伤，你的遗憾没有尽头？

Or, make me Thine forever, and should I fainting be 或者，让我永远你的，我应该会晕倒

Lord let me never, never outlive my love to Thee. 主啊，让我永远，永远不会活得比我爱你。