Cross And Crown
Jesus, our head, once crowned with thorns,
Is crowned with glory now;
Heaven’s royal diadem adorns
The mighty victor’s brow.
Delight of all who dwell above,
The joy of saints below;
To us still manifest thy love,
That we its depths may know.
To us thy cross, with all its shame,
With all its grace, be given !
Though earth disowns thy lowly name,
All worship it in heaven.
Who suffer with Thee, Lord, below,
Will reign with Thee above;
Then let it be our joy to know
This way of peace and love.
To us thy cross is life and health,
Though shame and death to Thee,
Our present glory, joy, and wealth,
Our everlasting stay.
from Lyra Consolationis: or, Hymns for the day of sorrow & weariness
By Horatius Bonar