J. Wegelin, 1637; C. Winkworth, tr. SESSION. 237 C. M. The Head that once was crowned with thorns Is crowned with glory now; A royal diadem adorns The mighty Victor’s brow. 2. The highest place that heaven affords Is His by sovereign right, The King of kings and Lord of lords, And heaven’s eternal Light; 3. The Joy of all who dwell above, The Joy of all below, To whom He manifests His love And grants His name to know. 4. To them the cross, with all its shame, With all its grace, is given; Their name an everlasting name, Their joy the joy of heaven. 5. They suffer with their Lord below, They reign with Him above, Their profit and their joy to know The mystery of His love. 6. The cross He bore is life and health, Though shame and death to Him: His people’s hope, His people’s wealth, Their everlasting theme. Thomas Kelly, 1820. 238 8, 7, 8, 7, 7, 7 Hark! ten thousand harps and voices Sound the note of praise above; Jesus reigns, and Heaven rejoices,— Jesus reigns, the God of Love. See, He sits on yonder throne: Jesus rules the world alone. 2. Christians, come, unite your praises With the angels round His throne; Soon, we hope, our God will raise us To the place where He is gone. Meet it is that we should sing, “Glory, glory, to our King!” 3. Sing how Jesus came from heaven, How He bore the cross below, How all power to Him is given, How He reigns in glory now; ’Tis a great and endless theme, Oh, ’tis sweet to sing of Him! 4. Jesus, hail! whose glory brightens All above and makes it fair. Lord of Life, Thy smile enlightens, Cheers, and charms Thy people here. When we think of love like Thine, Lord, we own it love divine. 5. King of Glory, reign forever; Thine an everlasting crown. Nothing from Thy love shall sever Those whom Thou hast made Thine own, Happy objects of Thy grace, Destined to behold Thy face. 6. Savior, hasten Thine appearing; Bring, O bring the glorious day When, the awful summons hearing, Heaven and earth shall pass away; Then with golden harps we’ll sing, “Glory, glory, to our King!” Thomas Kelly, 1806, a. 239 L. M. (with Hall.) We thank Thee, Jesus, dearest Friend, That Thou didst into heaven ascend, O mighty God, Immanuel; Make soul and body strong and well. Hallelujah!