The Head That Once Was Crowned

The head that once was crowned with thorns

Is crowned with glo­ry now;

A roy­al di­adem ad­orns

The migh­ty vic­tor’s brow.

The high­est place that Heav’n af­fords

Belongs to Him by right;

The King of kings and Lord of lords

And Heav­en’s eter­nal Light.

The joy of all who dwell ab­ove

The joy of all be­low

To whom He ma­ni­fests His love

And grants His name to know.

To them the cross with all its shame

With all its grace

is giv’n;

Their name an ev­er­last­ing name

Their joy the joy of Heav’n.

They suf­fer with their Lord be­low;

They reign with Him ab­ove;

Their pro­fit and their joy to know

The mys­te­ry of His love.

The cross He bore is life and health

Though shame and death to Him

His peo­ple’s hope

His peo­ple’s wealth

Their ev­er­last­ing theme.