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 heav'n affords
is His, by sovereign right,
The King of kings, the Lord of lords,
And heavn'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 giv'n;
Their name an everlasting name,
their joy the joy of heav'n.