His cross demands the throne,
Christ shall not always bleed;
He bore the suffering cross alone,
From shame He must be freed.

His tomb demands His reign-
The universe shall see
That He who was in hatred slain,
The King of kings must be.

The thorny wreath demands
That glory-crowns shall press
Upon His brow, who o'er all lands
Must reign in righteousness.

The reed in mockery placed
In His submissive hand,
Demands that He who was disgraced
Earth's scepter shall command.

The purple robe He wore,
To mock His kingly grace,
Demands that all the world adore
God's King o'er Adam's race.

The rabble mob cried out
For vengeance on God's Son,
Soon He'll demand "Hosanna's" shout
From all beneath the sun.

What He demands shall be-
His fiat standeth sure-
He'll bring to pass His own decree,
His word must stand secure.

C. C. Crowston