First Line: The head that once was crowned with thorns,

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 by sovereign right:
The King of kings, and Lord of lords,
He reigns in perfect 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 bliss to know
The fulness of His love.

6 His cross to them is life and health,
Though it was death to Him;
Their present hope, and joy, and wealth,
And their eternal theme,