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TO MOCK YOUR REIGN,
O DEAREST LORD

To mock Your reign, O dearest Lord
They make a crown of thorns
Set You with taunts along that road
From which no one returns
They could not know as we do now
How glorious is that crown
That thorns would flower 
upon Your brow
Your sorrows heal our own

In mock acclaim O gracious Lord
They snatched a purple cloak
Your passion turned, 
for all they cared
Into a soldier's joke
They could not know as we do now
That though we merit blame
You will Your robe of mercy throw 
Around our naked shame

A sceptered reed, O patient Lord
They thrust into Your hand
And acted out their grim charade
To its appointed end
They could not know as we do now
Though empires rise and fall
Your Kingdom shall not cease to grow 
Till love embraces all