1 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
Thro’ all eternity.
2 Crown Him the Lord of life,
Who triumphed o’er His throne;
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.
3 Crown Him the Lord of peace,
Whose pow’r a scepter sways
From pole to pole, that wars may cease,
And all be pray’r and praise:
His reign shall know no end,
And round His pierced feet
Fair flow’rs of paradise extend
Their fragrance ever sweet.
4 Crown Him the Lord of love;
Behold His hands and side,
Those wounds, yet visible above,
In beauty glorified:
Al hail, Redeemer, hail!
For Thou hast died for me:
Thy praise and glory shall not fail
Thro’-out eternity.
5 Crown Him the Lord of years!
The Potentate of time.
Creator of the rolling spheres,
Ineffably subline!
Glassed in a sea of light,
Where everlasting waves
Reflect His throne, the Infinite,
Who lives and loves and saves.
6 Crown Him the Lord of heav’n!
One with the Father known,
And the blest Spirit, through Him giv’n
From yonder Triune throne!
All hail, Redeemer, hail!
For Thou hast died for me;
Thy praise shall never, never fail
Thro’-out eternity.
