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