What shall I bring Thee, Lord:
For the crowns of thorns and the jibing tongue,
And Thy tender body on Calvary hung,
For the gall and cruel sword,
What shall I bring Thee Lord?
What dost Thou give me Lord?
For a crown of thorns, a crown of peace,
From the cross of sin a sweet release,
From evil deed and word
A sweet deliverance, Lord.
Then shall I greet Thee, Lord
Glad, with my rayment shining white,
For the Easter morn is fair and bright,
And Thou whom they ignored
Hast triumphed, Christ, our Lord.