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Jesus, thy head once crowned with thorns,
Is crowned with glory now,
With holy love thy seraphs burn,
Thy saints adoring bow.
‘Tis though thy sorrow, cross, and shame,
Those saints have been forgiven;
And if the earth disowns thy name,
All worship it in heaven.
Delight of all who dwell above,
Be thou our joy below;
Make us to comprehend thy love,
And all thy glory know.
To us thy cross is life and health,
Thy sufferings our release;
Thy poverty has been our wealth,
Thy agony our peace.
If called, like thee, the cross to bear,
Give us all needful strength;
And teach us those who suffer here,
Will reign with thee at length.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Mt 27:29; Lk 23:33;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1853 | # 288 |
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