Wounds of love
A sharp and cruel crown of thorns
the brow of Jesus adorns.
As down from His piercèd head
crimson drops of blood He shed.
Jesus wore that crown for me,
suffered there to set me free.
Wounds of love bore in my stead
from those thorns upon His head
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