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