Instead of a Lustrous Crown

Instead of a lustrous crown
Upon His Sacred Head,
I see cruelty pressing down
And the Blood that Jesus shed!

From the thorns, wreathed in rings,
Some in the skin, embed,
I see the King of Kings,
With sanguine rubies red...

I see that Precious Blood
Run down His human face,
As he hangs upon His stead,
To bring us sinners grace...

Upon the Cross for me,
I see His Head there nod...
Upon that terrible tree,
I see my hanging God!                         John Riedell


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