The Crowning with Thorns

Condemned to die, beaten and torn. Upon His head a crown made of thorns. Upon His back they placed a purple cloak Treating all this as just a joke. And what they said in mockery, We repeat in all sincerity, Hail to our King! Crowned with glory! Hail to our King! Robed in majesty! Hail to our King! Fall down upon your knee! Hail to our King! They stripped Him bare, His wounds all could see. Then knelt before Him in mockery. A crown of thorns and a royal purple cloak. To these men it was just a joke. And what they said in mockery, We repeat in all sincerity, Hail to our King! Crowned with glory! Hail to our King! Robed in majesty! Hail to our King! Fall down upon your knee! Hail to our King!