1 The head that once was crowned with thorns
Is crowned with glory now;
A royal diadem adorns
The mighty Victor's brow.

2 The highest place that heav'n affords
Is His by sov'reign right:
The King of kings and Lord of lords
And heav'n's eternal Light.

3 The joy of all who dwell above,
The joy of all below
To whom He manifests His love,
And grants His name to know.

4 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.

5 His cross to us is life and health,
Tho' shame and death to Him:
His people's hope, His people's wealth,
Their everlasting theme.

Amen.