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