Matthew 27New International Version
The Soldiers Mock Jesus
27 Then the governor’s soldiers took Jesus into the Praetorium and gathered the whole company of soldiers around him. 28 They stripped him and put a scarlet robe on him, 29 and then twisted together a crown of thorns and set it on his head. They put a staff in his right hand. Then they knelt in front of him and mocked him. “Hail, king of the Jews!” they said. 30 They spit on him, and took the staff and struck him on the head again and again. 31 After they had mocked him, they took off the robe and put his own clothes on him. Then they led him away to crucify him.
The following words can only be sung to one tune, that is a tune which I hate to hear. The tune is called Passion Chorale
Then you added these powerful words to it that sheds a different light on things.
O sacred head, once wounded With grief and pain weighed down How scornfully surrounded With thorns, Thine only crown! How pale art Thou with anguish With sore abuse and scorn! How does that visage languish Which once was bright as morn! O Lord of life and glory What bliss till now was Thine! I read the wondrous story I joy to call Thee mine Thy grief and Thy compassion Were all for sinners' gain Mine, mine was the transgression But Thine the deadly pain What language shall I borrow To praise Thee, heavenly Friend For this, Thy dying sorrow Thy pity without end? Lord, make me Thine for ever Nor let me faithless prove O let me never, never Abuse such dying love! Be near me, Lord, when dying O show Thyself to me And for my succour flying Come, Lord, to set me free These eyes, new faith receiving From Jesus shall not move For he who dies believing Dies safely through Thy love