Crown Him With Many Crowns

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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 through all eternity

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 pow'r a scepter sways
From pole to pole, that wars may cease, absorbed in prayer and praise
His reign shall know no еnd, and round his piercèd feet
Fair flow'rs of paradise extеnd 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