1. O Savior thou who wearest
a crown of piercing thron
The pain thou meekly bearest
weighed down by grief and scorn
The soldiers mock and flail thee;
for drink they give thee gall
Upon the cross they nail thee
to die O king of all.
2. No creature is so lowly
No sinner so depraved
But feels thy presence holy
And thru thy love is saved.
Tho craven friends betray thee,
They feel thy love’s embrace;
The very foes who slay thee
have access to thy grace.
3. What praises can we offer
to thank thee Lord most high?
In our place thou didst suffer;
In our place thou didst die,
By heaven’s plan appointed
to ransom us, our King.
O Jesus, the anointed,
to thee our love we bring!
Text: Karen Lynn Davidson
Music: Traditional English, arr. by Abigail Devitt
Lyrics © 1985 IRI; arrangement © 2018 Abigail Devitt.