When they had platted a crown of thorns, they put it upon His head, and a reed in His right hand: and they bowed the knee before Him, and mocked Him, saying, Hail, King of the Jews!@Matthew 27:29

Verse 1, anon­y­mous, verses 2–3 by D. Hay­den Lloyd, in The Hea­ven­ly Choir, ed­it­ed by The­o­dore Wood (New York: C. M. Ca­dy, 1876), page 115.

D. Hay­den Lloyd (🔊 pdf nwc).

Suffering Savior, with thorn crown,
Bruised and bleeding, sinking down;
Heavy laden, weary worn,
Fainting, dying, crushed and torn.
All for me, all for me.

Precious Savior, this for me,
So unworthy, all for me;
Holy Jesus, pure and mild,
I would ever be Thy child.
Oh bless me, even me.

Fain would I to Thee be brought;
Gracious Lord, forbid it not;
In the kingdom of Thy grace,
Give Thy wandering child a place,
By Thy grace, Oh save me.