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 heaven affords Is His, is His 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 given; Their name, an everlasting name, Their joy, the joy of heaven. | 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. | |