Crown Him with Many Crowns

Verse 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.

Verse 2

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.

Verse 3

Crown him
the Lord of peace,
whose power a scepter sways
from pole to pole,
that wars may cease,
and all be prayer and praise.

His reign shall
know no end,
and round his pierced feet
fair flowers of
paradise extend
their fragrance ever sweet.

Verse 4

Crown him
the Lord of love;
behold his hands and side,
those wounds,
yet visible above,
in beauty glorified.

All hail, Redeemer, hail!
For thou hast
died for me;
thy praise and glory
shall not fail
throughout eternity.