Crown Him with many crowns, the Lamb upon His throne.
Hark! How the heavenly 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 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 Lord of life, who triumphed over 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 peace, Whose power a sceptre sways
From pole to pole, that wars may cease, and all be prayer and
praise.
His reign shall know no end, and round His piercèd
feet
Fair flowers of paradise extend their fragrance ever
sweet.
Crown Him the Lord of Heav'n, enthroned in worlds above,
Crown Him the King to Whom is giv'n 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.
