THE HEAD THAT ONCE WAS CROWNED WITH THORNS

The Head that once was crowned with thorns
Is crowned with glory now!
A royal diadem adorns
The mighty Victor’s brow.

Delight of all who dwell above,
The joy of saints below;
To us still manifest Thy love
That we its depths may know.

To us Thy Cross, with all its shame,
With all its grace be given!
Though earth disowns Thy lowly Name,
All worship it in heaven.

Who suffer with Thee, Lord, below,
Shall reign with Thee above;
Then let it be our joy to know
Thy way of peace and love.

To us Thy Cross is life and health,
Though shame and death to Thee;
Our present glory, joy and wealth,
Our everlasting stay.