| O Face, Divine of Jesus, in ages long ago, Prophets and Sages prayed that Thou, on earth its light would show. O Holy Face, I cry to Thee, Like them that I Thy beams may see, O Holy Face I cry to Thee. |
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| O suff’ring Face of Jesus, bleeding, soiled and torn, Thy temples and Thy brow transpierced with many a cruel thorn. Most Holy Face, I cry to Thee, offer Thy wounds to God for me, Most Holy Face I cry to Thee. |
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| O dying Face of Jesus, on that redeeming tree, Crying aloud, “ah! why My God, hast Thou abandoned Me?” Most Holy Face, I cry to Thee, plead by Thine agony for me, Most Holy Face I cry to Thee. |
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| O Glorious Face of Jesus, if after I have died, My soul but in Thy likeness make, I shall be satisfied. Most Holy Face, I cry to thee, more like Thee ever make Thou me, Most Holy Face I cry to Thee. |
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From the Holy Face Hymnal, 1891
The face of Jesus, once the most beautiful of the sons of men, became so disfigured by blows, spittle, blood, and bruises, that He no longer appeared as a man. “As many were astonished at Thee, so marred was His appearance beyond that of men, and His form beyond the sons of men.” (Isaiah 52:14)