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| Crown Him with Many Crowns 30 |
Crown Him with many crowns, The Lamb upon His throne:
Hark! how the heav'nly anthem drowns All music but its own!
Awake, my soul, and sing Of Him who died for thee,
And hail Him as thy matchess King Thru all eternity.
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 wondd'ring eye At mysteries so bright.
Crown Him the Son of God, before the worlds began,
And ye who tread where He hath trod, Crown Him the Son of Man;
Who every grief hath known that wrings the human breast,
Who takes and bears them for His own, that all in Him may rest.
Crown Him the Lord of life: Who triumphe o'er the grave,
Who rose victorious to 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.
