Here At The Cross

There was no crown for Him of silver or of gold
There was no diadem for Him to hold
But blood adorned His brow and proud its stain He bore
And sinners gave to Him the crown He wore.

Refrain:
A rugged cross became His throne
His kingdom lives in hearts alone
He wrote His love in crimson red
And wore the thorns upon His head

He did not reign upon a throne of ivory
But died upon the cross at Calvary
For sinners there He counted all He owned but loss
And He surveyed His kingdom from a cross.

No purple robe He wore His bleeding wounds to hide
But stripes upon His back, nail pierced and riven side
And from the wounds there flowed a crimson, cleansing stream
That was the cover for the soul unclean.