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