Easter Morning...

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.