Good Friday

Hail that head with sorrows bowing,
Crowned with thorns, with anguish flowing;
And that body pierced and shaken,
Mocked of man, of God forsaken,
Marred beyond the sons of men!

By Thy death of life the giver,
When we suffer, O deliver!
In our sorrow and our weakness,
Thou who didst prevail by meekness,
Think upon Thy woes again!

When the hour of death is near us,
Be Thou present, Lord, to cheer us;
In that time of fear and sadness
Tarry not, our help and gladness,
Saviour of the sons of men!

When our latest breath is failing,
Be Thy Spirit all-prevailing;
When the tempter's wiles shall prove us,
Show Thy sacred sign above us,
Hold us, save us, free us then!