Jesus, Thy head, once crown’d with thorns

Jesus

Thy head

once crown’d with thorns

Is crown’d with glory now;

Heaven’s royal diadem adorns

The mighty Victor’s brow.

Thou glorious light of courts above

Joy of the 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 giv’n;

Though earth disowns Thy lowly name

God honors it in heav’n.

Who suffer with Thee

Lord

today

Shall also with Thee reign:

Then let it be our joy to pay

The Price

this goal attain.

To us Thy cross is life and health;

’Twas shame and death to Thee;

Our present glory

joy and wealth

Our everlasting stay.