O Sacred Head, Now Wounded

We sang this song at the Maundy Thursday service last night. I love the words of this hymn:

O sacred Head, now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down;
Now scornfully surrounded, with thorns Thy only crown;
O sacred Head, what glory, what bliss till now was Thine!
Yet, though despised and gory, I joy to call Thee mine.

What Thou, my Lord, has suffered was all for sinner's gain:
Mine, mine was the transgression, but Thine the deadly pain.
Lo, here I fall my Savior! 'Tis I deserve Thy place;
Look on me with Thy favor, vouchsafe to me Thy grace.

What language shall I borrow, to thank Thee, dearest Friend;
For this Thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end?
O make me Thine forever; and should I fainting be,
Lord let me never, never, outlive my love for Thee.