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 me,
And hail Him as my matchless King
Through all eternity.
Crown Him the Lord of Life,
Who triumphed over 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 Peace,
Whose power a scepter 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 Heav'n,
Enthroned in worlds above,
Crown Him the King to Whom is giv'n
The wondrous name of Love
Crown Him with many crowns,
As thrones before Him fall;
Crown Him, ye kings, with many crowns,
For He is King of all.
Crown Him the Lord of Love,
Behold His hands and side,
Those wounds, yet visible above,
In beauty glorified.
All hail, Redeemer, hail!
For Thou has died for me;
Thy praise and glory shall not fail
Throughout eternity.
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