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 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.
3 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.
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.
|First Line:||Crown him with many crowns|
|Title:||Crown Him with Many Crowns|
|Author:||Matthew Bridges (1851)|
|Author (st. 2):||Godfrey Thring (1874)|
|Scripture:||1 Corinthians 15:54-57; John 20:25-28; John 5:12-13; Revelation 7:9-12; Revelation 19:6-12|