CROWN HIM

Crown Him with many crowns,

The Lamb upon His throne;

Hark, how the heavenly anthem drowns

All music but its own!

Awake, my soul, and sing

Of Him who died for thee,

And hail Him as thy matchless King

Through all eternity.




Crown Him the Lord of life,

Who triumphed o'er the grave

And rose victorious in the strife

For those He came to save:

His glories now we sing,

Who died and rose on high,

Who died eternal life to bring

And lives that death may die.




Crown Him the Lord of love;

Behold His hands and side,

Those wounds yet visible above

In beauty glorified:

No angel in the sky

Can fully bear that sight,

But downward bends His burning eye

At mysteries so bright.




Crown Him the Lord of peace,

Whose power a sceptre sways

From pole to pole, that wars may cease,

And all be prayer and praise:

His reign shall know no end,

And round His piercèd feet

Fair flowers of paradise extend

Their fragrance ever sweet.




Crown Him the Lord of years,

The Potentate of time,

Creator of the rolling spheres,

Ineffably sublime!

All hail, Redeemer, hail!

For Thou hast died for me;

Thy praise shall never, never fail

Throughout eternity