CROWN HIM WITH MANY CROWNS
1. Crown Him with
many crowns,
The Lamb upon His
throne;
Hark! how the
heav'nly 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
Thro' all eternity.
2. Crown Him the
Lord of love!
Behold His hands
and side,
Rich wounds, yet
visible above,
In beauty
glorified;
No angel in the sky
Can fully bear that
sight,
But downward bends
his wond'ring eye
At mysteries so
bright.
3. Crown Him the
Lord of life!
Who triumphed o'er
the grave,
Who 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.
4. Crown Him the Lord
of Heav'n!
One with the Father
known,
One with the Spirit
through Him giv'n
From yonder
glorious throne!
To Thee be endless
praise,
For Thou for us
hast died;
Be Thou, O Lord,
thro' endless days
Adored and
magnified.
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