O Sacred Head Surrounded

O Sacred Head, surrounded

By crown of piercing thorn.
O Bleeding Head, so wounded, 
Reviled and put to scorn.
Our sins have marred the glory
Of thy most holy Face,
Yet angel hosts adore thee,
And tremble as they gaze.

The Lord of ever'y nation
Was hung upon a tree;
His death was our salvation, 
Our sins, his agony.
O Jesus, by thy Passion, 
Thy Life in us increase;
Thy death for us did fashion
Our pardon and our peace.

 Sir W. H. Baker, Melvin Farell, S.S.,

All Glory Praise and Honor

Refrain:

All glory, praise and honor
To you, Redeemer, King!
To whom the lips of children
Made glad hosannas ring.

You are the King of Israel, 
And David's royal Son,
Who in the Lord's Name comest,
The King and Blessed One.

The company of angels
Are praising you on high;
And mortal men, and all things
Created, make reply.

The people of the Hebrews
With palms before you went:
Our praise and prayers and anthems
Before you we present.

To you before your Passion
They sang their hymns of praise:
To you, now high exalted, 
Our melody we raise.

 Gloria Laus et Honor, Theodulph of Orleans