Sing praises to the Mighty One
and worship Him this morn,
enlarge your heart to praise the name
of Jesus Christ the thorn.
There obscure and unadorned
was baby Jesus born
yet Shepherds, angels, wise men bowed in praise
to Jesus Christ the thorn
No glorious beauty He possessed
the faithful, long fore-sworn.
The promised Savior of our souls
was Jesus Christ the thorn.
He pierced the hands of faithless men
who long had plucked and torn.
The hopeless walled in hopefulness—
the words of Christ the Thorn
He drove the bands of greedy gain
From temple grounds to warn,
Defending Yahweh’s house of prayer
This Jesus Christ the thorn.
He brought us life, He saved our souls
and midst shame and scorn
the lovliest flower of all the field
was Jesus Christ the thorn