Instead of a lustrous crown
Upon His Sacred Head,
I see cruelness pressing down
And the Blood that Jesus shed!
From thorns, wreathed in rings,
That piercing skin, embed,
I see the King of Kings,
With sanguine rubies red...
I see that Precious Blood
Run down His human face,
To become an ocean flood
Of mercy awash and grace...
...And upon the face of earth
I hear the sound of surf!
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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