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 Virgin’s Son,
The God incarnate born,
Whose arm those crimson trophies won
Fruit of the mystic Rose,
As of the Rose the Stem,
The Root, whence mercy ever flows,
The Babe of Bethlehem.
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 wondering 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 piercèd feet
Fair flowers of paradise extend
Their fragrance ever sweet.
Crown Him the Lord of years,
The Potentate of time,
Creator of the rolling spheres,
All hail, Redeemer, hail!
For Thou has died for me;
Thy praise and glory shall not fail
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- Album: From Advent to Epiphany Volume 1
- Tune: Diadematar
- Meter: DSM
- Style: Victorian Hymn
- Composer: George Job Elvey (1816 – 1893)
- Lyricist: Matthew Bridges (1800 – 1894)
- Church Year: General | Church Year: Advent | Church Year: Ascension
- Music and Lyrics Copyright Public Domain
- Performance Copyright ℗ 2016 Richard M S Irwin, Certain rights reserved.