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