Crown Him with Many Crowns

1. 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.
2. Crown him the Lord of love, behold His Hands and Side,
Rich 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.
3. Crown Him the Lord of peace; whose pow’r a scepter sways
from pole to pole, that wars may cease, absorbed in prayer and praise
His reign shall know no end; and round His pierced feet
fair flow’rs of paradise extend their fragrance ever sweet.
4. 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.