They crowned Him with glory in heaven on high
His brightness exceeding the sun in the sky
But when it came time for our sins to be borne
Mankind crowned His head with sharp thorns.
They gave Him a crown of silver and gold
Encrusted with jewels, their number untold
But after his back with a whip had been torn
Man chose to crown him with thorns.
Crowned with majesty, encircled with praise
Hailed as Almighty, the Ancient of Days!
He came to earth and to sinners forlorn
They crowned Him with spit and with thorns.
He died on that cross, thus His blood was shed,
But He rose a victor, He arose from the dead!
Forevermore at God’s right hand sat down
No longer with thorns for a crown.
Soon Christ will come back the last battle to fight
To destroy the wicked to establish the right
A sword, a white horse, and a vesture of red,
An crown upon crown on His head!