"And when they had platted a crown of thorns, they put it upon His head, and a reed in His right hand: and they bowed the knee before Him, and mocked Him, saying, Hail, King of the Jews!" (Matthew 27:29).
The soldiers made a crown of thorns
And put it on His head,
But now a glorious crown adorns
Our risen Lord instead!
Those thorns by which the ground was cursed
That typified our sin
Were rightly ours; we sowed them first,
And reaping, brought them in.
They pressed those thorns upon His brow
As mockingly they roared,
But one day every knee shall bow,
Proclaiming He is Lord.
Did cherub hosts then draw their swords,
By mocking thorns appalled?
Did angels bend the ear towards
Their Lord in case He called?
Praise God! We know He could have cried,
And legions would descend!
For us our Lord was crucified;
He loved us to the end!
Now even while the world scorns,
God saves us by the grace
Of Him wore the crown of thorns,
If we will seek His face.