C O sacred Head, now wounded, Am With grief and shame bow'd down, C Now scornfully surrounded Am With thorns, Thine only crown. C O sacred Head, what glory,
A What bliss till now was Thine! G Yet, though despised and gory, C I joy to call Thee mine. http://guitarchordsforhymns.wordpress.com/2008/10/16/o-sacred-head-now-wounded/
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