1 THE head that once was crowned with thorns,
Is crowned with glory now;
Heaven'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 given;
Though earth disowns Thy lowly name.
God honours it in heaven.
4 Who suffer with Thee, Lord, below,
Shall reign with Thee above:
Then let it be our joy to know
This way of peace and love.
5 To us Thy cross is life and health;
'Twas shame and death to Thee;
Our present glory, joy and wealth,
Our everlasting stay.
