Crown Him!
Crown Him!
Crown Him!
Crown Him with many crowns!
Crown Him with many crowns,
The Lamb upon His throne;
Hark! how 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 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 wond'ring eye,
At mysteries so bright.
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 Heav'n!
One with the Father known,
One with the Spirit through Him giv'n,
From yonder glorious throne,
Awake, my soul, and sing,
Of Him who died for Thee,
And hail Him as Thy matchless King;
Through all eternity!
Through all eternity!
Crown Him with many crowns!
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