The Hymnal ‎#162

162. Crown him with many crowns

1 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.

2 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 sceptre sways
From pole to pole, that wars may cease,
Absorbed in 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 of 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.

Amen.

Text Information

• First Line: Crown him with many crowns
• Author: Matthew Bridges (1851)
• Publication Date: 1895

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