Crown Him With Many Crowns (traditional)

Crown him with many crowns

the Lamb upon his throne.

Hark! how the heavenly 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

through all eternity.

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.

Crown him the Lord of love;

behold his hands and side

rich wounds

yet visible above

in beauty glorified;

no angels in the sky

can fully bear that sight

but downward bends their burning eye

at mysteries so bright.

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.