The reign of Christ comes not by force: no weapons clash, no legions fight; it casts no shadow of remorse but beckons all with truth and light. This sovereign rules through servanthood, befriends all those the world counts least, denounces pride, calls meekness good: this prince of peace, this royal priest. His coronation is with thorns, his monarch's show, a doomed man's march; and yet this stone the builder scorns becomes the keystone of the arch. For now this once-rejected king has claimed again his heav'nly place; Incarnate Love has robbed death's sting and bids us share his reign of grace.