Crown Him With Many Crowns

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

Rich 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 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 pierced feet

Fair flowers of glory now extend

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