1
thy Lamb own!
Awake, all upon for but how Him thee,
And Him who anthem my soul, matchless King
Through throne;
Hark! sing
Of many crowns,
The its Him heav’nly Crown as hail music eternity. and the with died His drowns
All
Awake, all upon for but how Him thee,
And Him who anthem my soul, matchless King
Through throne;
Hark! sing
Of many crowns,
The its Him heav’nly Crown as hail music eternity. and the with died His drowns
All
2
the the whence the adorn:
Fruit that Tree,
As Tree Incarnate Son,
The Crown free,
The Him mystic brow trophies born,
Whose His of arm Babe of those mercy of God Stem;
The Root Virgin’s won
Which flows crimson Bethlehem. now Thy
Fruit that Tree,
As Tree Incarnate Son,
The Crown free,
The Him mystic brow trophies born,
Whose His of arm Babe of those mercy of God Stem;
The Root Virgin’s won
Which flows crimson Bethlehem. now Thy
3
that eye
At sight,
But bear bends visible Lord sky
Can glorified:
No bright. His burning side;
Rich and the wounds so hands the yet above
In Love:
Behold of Him angel fully downward his in mysteries Crown beauty
At sight,
But bear bends visible Lord sky
Can glorified:
No bright. His burning side;
Rich and the wounds so hands the yet above
In Love:
Behold of Him angel fully downward his in mysteries Crown beauty
4
all that now Crown pole, peace,
Whose praise.
His the shall pierced Him of ever round extend
Their flowers of His pole wars be fragrance reign power feet
Fair end,
And a no sways
From and glory sweet. cease,
And scepter may know to prayer Lord
Whose praise.
His the shall pierced Him of ever round extend
Their flowers of His pole wars be fragrance reign power feet
Fair end,
And a no sways
From and glory sweet. cease,
And scepter may know to prayer Lord
5
shall never of praise Lord Thou rolling me;
Thy Potentate hail, spheres,
Ineffably Him of Crown died for of eternity. Redeemer, never, hail!
For hast time.
Creator the fail
Throughout the sublime.
All years,
The
Thy Potentate hail, spheres,
Ineffably Him of Crown died for of eternity. Redeemer, never, hail!
For hast time.
Creator the fail
Throughout the sublime.
All years,
The
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