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This Roman Breviary Hymn is cobbled together from lines taken from the (much) longer Salve Mundi Salutare.

The original meter is 8.8.8 (trohaic). 8 (iambic). This translation is 7.7.7.7:

Translation by J. Wallace, 1874:

Jesus, sweetest love of mine,
In Thy sight I seem to stand;
Mindful of those Wounds of Thine,
Let me kiss Thy wounded Hand.

Now I see how Thou wast stripped,
Wounded, racked, and drenched with gall;
Stained with Blood, with scourges whipped--
On this robe I see it all.

Hail to thee, thorn crowned Brow!
How Thy Features' lovely grace
Shows a different aspect now!
Angels feared to see that Face.

Hail to thee, O sacred Heart!
Hail, 0 Wound, once made therein!
Redder than the rose thou art,
Healing balsam for our sin.

Holy Hands, you, too, we greet,
Pierced right through with cruel dart.
Saviour! from Thy sacred Feet
Grant us never to depart.

With all due respect, Kathy, Isn't "Jesus, the very thought of thee" a translation of Jesu dulcis memoria, rather than Jesu dulcis amor meus ?

This hymn, I think (I stand to be corrected), is yet another cento from Jesu dulcis memoria. While commonly attributed to Bernard of Clairvaux (as I suspect all are aware), scholarly opinion currently holds it to be the work of an anonymous XIIth century English Cistercian, or, very likely, Stephen Langton, Archbishop of Canterbury, who, also, is widely held to be the author of the sequence, Veni Sancte Spiritus. Another beautiful cento of Jesu dulcis... is Jesu dulcedo cordium, found in a J.M. Neale translation set to an exquisite mode I Sarum tune at no. 485 of The Hymnal 1940. This hymn and its tune is one of the most spiritually delightful in the entire 1940. I think that this, and 'Come Down, O Love Divine', and 'Deck Thyself, My Soul, With Gladness' are in a class by themselves.

(Oh! I just re-read Charles' offering above which explains the true provenance of Jesu dulcis amor meus. Sorry.)

Isn't "Salve caput cruentatum" the source of O Sacred Head, Surrounded?

Have had a quick look, but while this is a breviary hymn, it is from the supplement, and so is not found in Britt or Connely. It is found in Julian, the reference to Jesu Dulcis amor meus, leads to the following,

"Salve mundi Salutare (St. Bernard), 137, i., Bernard of Clairvaux; 410, i., Gerhardt, P . ; 585, i., Jesu dulcis amor meus; 645, i., Latin hymnody; 835, i., O Haupt voll Blut und Wunden"

I did find some other translations...

Caswall has a translation, "Hymns and Poems, Original and Translated"

Jesu! as though Thyself wert here,
I draw in trembling sorrow near
And hanging o'er thy form divine,
Kneel down to kiss these wounds of thine.

Ah me, how naked art Thou laid !
Bloodstain'd, distended, cold, and dead
Joy of my soul—my Saviour sweet,
Upon this sacred Winding-sheet!

Hail, awful brow! hail, thorny wreath!
Hail, countenance now pale in death?
Whose glance but late so brightly blazed.
That Angels trembled as they gazed.

And hail to thee, my Saviour's side
And hail to thee, thou wound so wide
Thou wound more ruddy than the rose,
True antidote of all our woes

Oh, by those sacred hands and feet
For me so mangled! I entreat.
My Jesu, turn me not away,
But let me here for ever stay.

Translation from "Breviary Hymns and Missal Sequences, Bagshawe"

HOLYWINDING-SHEET LAUDS

Jesus, who art my sweetest Love,
Who as though really present art,
Most tenderly I Thee embrace,
Thy wounds dwell ever in my heart.

Here I behold Thee naked lie,
Thy Body rent with wounds, and strained,
I see Thee bruised and defiled,
And in this Sacred Shroud contained.

All hail thou Head, which streamst with blood
Drawn by the thorns ! Thy lovely Face,
Before which Heaven bows, hath lost,
By sad disfigurement, its grace.

All hail to Thee, the Saviour's Side !
All hail thou gentle opening !
More sweetly red than any rose,
Which healing to our wounds dost bring.

All hail to you, by cruel nails,
Pierced through and through, ye Hands so sweet !
Dear Saviour, drive me not away,
Let me draw near Thy Sacred Feet. Amen.

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