Crown Him (Latimer)

They hushed their breath

that no­ble band

To catch the last fare­well

The dear home shore re­ced­ing fast

With ev­ery ocean swell.

Above the ci­ty’s noise and din

A song rose on the air

A song of tri­umph and of joy

From loved ones ga­thered there.

Then speed thee on to ev­ery land

Proclaim the Gos­pel call

Till souls who sit in dark­ness now

Shall crown Him Lord of all.

All hail the power of Je­sus’ name

And clear as bu­gle call

The words came float­ing on the air

O crown Him Lord of all.

They caught the spir­it of that hymn

Danger and death looked small

To those brave ones who gave their lives

To crown Him Lord of all.

A bat­tle hymn that song sped on

The world for Christ the call;

For ev­ery is­land of the sea

Shall crown Him Lord of all.

On Af­ric’s far off sun­ny slopes

By Chi­na’s king­ly wall

They lay their lives down at His feet

And crown Him Lord of all.

The south­ern cross be­gins to bend

The morn­ing dawns at last;

See id­ol

man­dir

mosque and tow­er

At Je­sus’ feet are cast.

Triumphant Zi­on

lift thy head

Let ev­ery bur­den fall;

Come

cast your tro­phies at His feet

And crown Him Lord of all.