Crown Him with Many Crowns
"Crown Him with many Crowns. On His head were many Crown." - Rev. 19:12
VERSE 1
Crown Him with many crowns,
The Lamb upon His Throne;
Hark! how the heav'nly 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
Thro' all eternity.
VERSE 2
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.
VERSE 3
Crown Him the Lord of love:
Behold His hands and side,
Those 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.
VERSE 4
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.
VERSE 5
Crown Him the Lord of peace,
Whose power a sceptre sways
Form pole to pole, that wars may cease,
And all be prayer and praise:
His reign shall know no end,
And round His pierced feet
Fair flowers Paradise extend
Their fragrance ever sweet.
VERSE 6
Crown Him the 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.