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 by sovereign right
The King of kings, the 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
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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
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