O Savior, Thou Who Wearest a Crown

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!