← Crown him with many crowns Hymns and Tunes (1888) · No. 125

Crown him with many crowns

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Crown him with many crowns,The Lamb upon his throne;Hark! how the heavenly anthem drownsAll music but its own!Awake, my soul, and singOf him who died for thee;And hail him as thy matchless KingThrough all eternity.

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Crown him the Lord of love!Behold his hands and side,Those wounds, yet visible above,In beauty glorified:No angel in the skyCan fully bear that sight,But downward bends his wondering eyeAt mysteries so great.

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Crown him the Lord of peace!Whose hand a scepter swaysFrom pole to pole, that wars may cease,And all be prayer and praise:His reign shall know no end,And round his piercèd feetFair flowers of paradise extend,Their fragrance ever sweet.

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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 failThroughout eternity.