The hymn for Good Friday goes:

      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.

Our Lord’s Face is marred,

wounded,

bloodied,

bruised,

discolored,

almost beyond recognition.

The eyes of our body see a man beaten, broken and dying.

But if we could see with the eyes of our soul –

We would see all the angels of Heaven

Adoring God Almighty 

Trembling at what is happening

Silent before the sacrifice of God suffering

Out of love for you and me.

 Continued