Upon His head a crown of thorns,
The soldier whipped, the skin was torn,
The blood He shed for you and me,
It paved the road on Calvary.
He paid the price, we couldn't pay,
The keys of death, He snatched away.
The blood drops flowed, that crimson red
From off the crown upon his head.
When all is told, the crown will show
When three days passed He a Rose,
He a Rose.