Crown
O crown Him Conqueror!
The gates of death swing wide
The sealèd stone is rolled away
He lives
the Crucified.
The golden glories of the day
The eastern skies adorn
Crown Him
crown Him Conqueror!
’Tis resurrection morn!
Chorus
Crown Him
crown Him
Victor in the strife;
Crown Him
crown Him
Lord of light and life;
Harps in rapture now resound
While angel voices sing;
Crown Him
crown Him Conqueror!
O hail the risen King!
Crown
O crown Him Conqueror!
Upon His scarrèd brow
There rests a diadem of light
In royal splendor now.
And all shall lowly bow the knee
Who mocked Him once in scorn;
Crown
O crown Him Conqueror!
’Tis resurrection morn!
Chorus
Crown
O crown Him Conqueror!
The harps in triumph ring
And angel hosts in glad accord
Their joyful anthems sing.
No longer weep in lonely grief
O saddened hearts forlorn
Crown Him
crown Him Conqueror!
’Tis resurrection morn!
Chorus