John 19:2 "The soldiers platted a crown of thorns, and put it on His head."
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
Written by Paul Gerhardt, based on a Latin poem
"O sacred Head, now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down,
now scornfully surrounded, with thorns, thine 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 sinners 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 to Thee."