They put the MOCKERY of the Cross,

The crown of thorn, the crown of thorn.

O crown of thorns, whose suffering

The Savior for the world endured,

’Twas thus He healed the serpent’s sting,

The evil mind of nature cured.

Chorus

For where the grief and thought of us

The Savior’s brow had borne,

They put the SORROW of the Cross,