They clothed Him with purple, and platted a crown of thorns, and put it about His head, and began to salute Him, Hail, King of the Jews!@Mark 15:17
Jesus Mocked by Soldiers
William Brassey Hole (1846-1917)

Timothy Dudley-Smith, 1968.

St. Matthew William Croft, 1708 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Timothy Dudley-Smith (1926-)

A purple robe, a crown of thorn,
A reed in His right hand;
Before the soldiers’ spite and scorn
I see my Savior stand.
He bears between the Roman guard
The weight of all our woe;
A stumbling figure, bowed and scarred,
I see my Savior go.

The following verse fits with only with Common Meter tunes:

Fast to the cross’s spreading span,
High in the sunlit air,
All the unnumbered sins of man
I see my Saviour bear.

He hangs, by whom the world was made,
Beneath the darkened sky;
The everlasting ransom paid,
I see my Savior die.
He shares on high His Father’s throne,
Who once in mercy came;
For all His love to sinners shown
I sing my Savior’s Name.