Crown Him Conqueror

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