What kind of king is crowned with thorns
Or robed in nakedness and shame
So cruelly beaten, mocked and scorned
He bears the weight of all our blame
What kind of king would stand condemned
Though innocent of every crime
In silence, offer no defence
And take the place that should be mine
What kind of king would choose to die
Yet three days later rise again
To win for us eternal life
And heal and free us in his name
And now this king is glorified
Though still adorned with wounds of grace
And, reigning at the Father's side
Receives the angels' endless praise
This is Jesus, our redeemer
Paid the ransom for our sin
This is Jesus, risen saviour
Everlasting King of kings
We know our king will soon return
To right the wrongs of history
And satisfy all those who yearn
For love to have the victory
And then our king will wipe away
The tears of pain from every face
Oh how we're longing for the day
When we're received in his embrace
King forever, robed in splendour
Victory is yours
Now and always we will worship
Christ, our risen Lord
No other king deserves my all
For he alone was sacrificed
Lord Jesus, I will heed your call
And give my heart, my soul, my life