THY HEAD, ONCE CROWNED WITH THORNS
1. Jesus, Thy head,
once crowned with thorns,
Is crowned with
glory now;
Heav'n's royal
diadem adorns
The mighty Victor's
brow.
2. Thou glorious
light of courts above,
Joy of the saints
below,
To us still
manifest Thy love,
That we its depths
may know.
3. To us Thy cross
with all its shame,
With all its grace
be giv'n;
Though earth
disowns Thy lowly name,
God honors it in
heav'n.
4. Who suffer with
Thee, Lord, today,
Shall also with
Thee reign,
Then let it be our
joy to pay
The price, this
goal attain.
5. To us Thy cross
is life and health;
'Twas shame and
death to Thee;
Our present glory,
joy and wealth,
Our everlasting
stay.
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