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Crown Him with many crowns,

The Lamb upon His throne;

Hark! how the heavenly anthems 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 with crowns of gold,

All nations great and small,

Crown Him, ye martyred saints of old,

The Lamb once slain for all;

The Lamb once slain for them

Who bring their praises now,

As jewels for the diadem

That girds His sacred brow.



Crown Him the Son of God

Before the worlds began,

And ye, who tread where He hath trod,

Crown Him the Son of man;

Who every grief hath known

That wrings the human breast,

And takes and bears them for His own,

That all in Him may rest.



Crown Him the Virgin's Son!

The God Incarnate born,--

Whose arm those crimson trophies won

Which now His brow adorn!

Fruit of the mystic Rose

As of that Rose the Stem:

The Root, whence mercy ever flows,--

The Babe of Bethlehem!



Crown Him the Lord of light,

Who o'er a darkened world

In robes of glory infinite

His fiery flag unfurled.

And bore it raised on high,

In heaven--in earth--beneath,

To all the sign of victory

O'er Satan, sin, and death.



Crown Him the Lord of peace!

Whose power a scepter sways,

From pole to pole,--that wars may cease,

Absorbed in prayer and praise:

His reign shall know no end,

And round His pierced feet

Fair flowers of paradise extend

Their fragrance ever sweet.



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 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 of lords the Lord,

Who over all doth reign

Who once on earth, the incarnate Word,

For ransomed sinners slain,

Now lives in realms of light,

Where saints with angels sing

Their songs before Him day and night,

Their God, Redeemer, King.



Crown Him the Lord of years!

The Potentate of time,--

Creator of the rolling spheres,

Ineffably sublime!

Glassed in a sea of light,

Where everlasting waves

Reflect His throne,--the Infinite!

Who lives,--and loves--and saves.



Crown Him the Lord of heaven,

Enthroned in worlds above;

Crown Him the King, to whom is given

The wondrous name of Love,

Crown Him with many crowns,

As thrones before Him fall.

Crown Him, ye kings, with many crowns,

For He is King of all.



Crown Him the Lord of heaven!

One with the Father known,--

And the blest Spirit, through Him given

From yonder triune throne!

All hail! Redeemer,--Hail!

For Thou hast died for me;

Thy praise shall never, never fail

Throughout eternity!

Amen!

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