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
Heaven affords is his, is his by right,
The King of kings and Lord of lords
And Heaven’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 given,
Their name an everlasting name,
Their joy the joy of Heaven.

5 They suffer with their Lord below,
They reign with him above,
Their profit and their joy to know
The mystery of his love.

6 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.