Crown Him with many crowns, the Lamb upon His throne
Hark! How the heav'nly an-them drowns all mu- sic but its own!
Awake my soul and sing, of Him who died for thee
And hail Him as thy matchless King through all e- ter- nity
Crown Him the Lord of love: behold His hands and side
Rich wounds yet vi- si- ble a- bove, in beau-ty glorified
No angel in the sky, can fully bear that sight
But downward bends His wond'ring eye at mysteries so bright
Crown Him the Lord of life: who triumphed o'er the grave
Who rose vic- to- rious 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
Crown Him the Lord of heav'n: One with the Fa- ther known
One with the Spi-rit thru Him giv'n from yon- der glorious throne
To Thee be endless praise, for Thou for us hast died
Be Thou O Lord thru end- less days a- dored and mag- nified
Crown Him the Lord of years, the po-tentate of time
Crea- tor of the rolling spheres, in- ef- fa- bly sublime
All hail, Redeemer, hail! For Thou hast died for me
Thy praise and glory shall not fail throughout e- ter- nity!