1 O Jesus, Lord, 'tis joy to know
Thy path is o'er of shame and woe,
All finished is Thy work of toil,
2 Thy holy head, once bound with thorns,
The crown of glory now adorns;
Thy seat, the Father's throne.
O Lord, e'en now we sing Thy praise,
3 We triumph in Thy triumphs, Lord,
Thy joys our deepest joys afford,
While sorrowing, suff'ring, toiling here,