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Crown Him with many crowns,
The Lamb upon His throne;
Hark! how the heav’nly anthem drowns
All music but its own!
Awake, my soul, and sing
Of Him who died for thee,
And hail Him as thy matchless King
Through all eternity.
The Lamb upon His throne;
Hark! how the heav’nly anthem drowns
All music but its own!
Awake, my soul, and sing
Of Him who died for thee,
And hail Him as thy matchless King
Through all eternity.
Crown Him with many crowns,
The Lamb upon His throne;
Hark! how the heav’nly anthem drowns
All music but its own!
Awake, my soul, and sing
Of Him who died for thee,
And hail Him as thy matchless King
Through all eternity.
The Lamb upon His throne;
Hark! how the heav’nly anthem drowns
All music but its own!
Awake, my soul, and sing
Of Him who died for thee,
And hail Him as thy matchless King
Through all eternity.
2
Crown Him the Virgin’s Son,
The God Incarnate born,
Whose arm those crimson trophies won
Which now His brow adorn:
Fruit of the mystic Tree,
As of that Tree the Stem;
The Root whence flows Thy mercy free,
The Babe of Bethlehem.
The God Incarnate born,
Whose arm those crimson trophies won
Which now His brow adorn:
Fruit of the mystic Tree,
As of that Tree the Stem;
The Root whence flows Thy mercy free,
The Babe of Bethlehem.
Crown Him the Virgin’s Son,
The God Incarnate born,
Whose arm those crimson trophies won
Which now His brow adorn:
Fruit of the mystic Tree,
As of that Tree the Stem;
The Root whence flows Thy mercy free,
The Babe of Bethlehem.
The God Incarnate born,
Whose arm those crimson trophies won
Which now His brow adorn:
Fruit of the mystic Tree,
As of that Tree the Stem;
The Root whence flows Thy mercy free,
The Babe of Bethlehem.
3
Crown Him the Lord of Love:
Behold His hands and side;
Rich wounds yet visible above
In beauty glorified:
No angel in the sky
Can fully bear that sight,
But downward bends his burning eye
At mysteries so bright.
Behold His hands and side;
Rich wounds yet visible above
In beauty glorified:
No angel in the sky
Can fully bear that sight,
But downward bends his burning eye
At mysteries so bright.
Crown Him the Lord of Love:
Behold His hands and side;
Rich wounds yet visible above
In beauty glorified:
No angel in the sky
Can fully bear that sight,
But downward bends his burning eye
At mysteries so bright.
Behold His hands and side;
Rich wounds yet visible above
In beauty glorified:
No angel in the sky
Can fully bear that sight,
But downward bends his burning eye
At mysteries so bright.
4
Crown Him the Lord of peace,
Whose power a scepter sways
From pole to pole, that wars may cease,
And all be prayer and praise.
His reign shall know no end,
And round His pierced feet
Fair flowers of glory now extend
Their fragrance ever sweet.
Whose power a scepter sways
From pole to pole, that wars may cease,
And all be prayer and praise.
His reign shall know no end,
And round His pierced feet
Fair flowers of glory now extend
Their fragrance ever sweet.
Crown Him the Lord of peace,
Whose power a scepter sways
From pole to pole, that wars may cease,
And all be prayer and praise.
His reign shall know no end,
And round His pierced feet
Fair flowers of glory now extend
Their fragrance ever sweet.
Whose power a scepter sways
From pole to pole, that wars may cease,
And all be prayer and praise.
His reign shall know no end,
And round His pierced feet
Fair flowers of glory now extend
Their fragrance ever sweet.
5
Crown Him the Lord of years,
The Potentate of time.
Creator of the rolling spheres,
Ineffably sublime.
All hail, Redeemer, hail!
For Thou hast died for me;
Thy praise shall never, never fail
Throughout eternity.
The Potentate of time.
Creator of the rolling spheres,
Ineffably sublime.
All hail, Redeemer, hail!
For Thou hast died for me;
Thy praise shall never, never fail
Throughout eternity.
Crown Him the Lord of years,
The Potentate of time.
Creator of the rolling spheres,
Ineffably sublime.
All hail, Redeemer, hail!
For Thou hast died for me;
Thy praise shall never, never fail
Throughout eternity.
The Potentate of time.
Creator of the rolling spheres,
Ineffably sublime.
All hail, Redeemer, hail!
For Thou hast died for me;
Thy praise shall never, never fail
Throughout eternity.
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Arlington, Texas, United States
"Creator of the rolling spheres,
Ineffably sublime."
I'm reading Psalm 19. The boiling sun with its solar flares is like your majesty and glory. Nothing is hidden from you. You are Lord over all. The sun is the great marker of time and space: exultant, magnificent, yet obedient, assigned its place.
Storrs, Connecticut, United States
Though he was born in England, Matthew Bridges lived a number of years in Canada, and then returned to England before his death. Raised in the Anglican Church, Bridges was part of a group, popular of the time, that sought to go back to the early church to investigate their traditions, liturgy, and ways of worship. In doing so, many of the folks in this movement, switched allegiances to the Roman Catholic church. Bridges himself was first a minister in the Anglican church, and then later became a priest in the Catholic Church. He wrote a number of hymns, and this one, which in his lyrics referred to the Virgin Mary, became accepted by the Protestant churches, after it was rewritten without references to Mary. Bridges’ hymn identifies Jesus Christ as the King of Kings and Lord of Lords, and perhaps was in part motivated by the reference in revelation, 5:13 to the Lamb on the throne, as well as Revelation, 19:12, which speaks of many crowns.
L. Codington
Mansfield, Ohio, United States
Christ was made a little lower than the angels because of the suffering of death. God the Father crowned Him with glory and honor that He might taste death for every man. That is you and me! That surely was a bitter taste. Only Christ
Is worthy of such great glory and honor! Lord, we worship you! You died for us!
Massachusetts, United States
Yes, Rodney. There's a family that sings this hymn beautifully. Their YouTube channel is called "Sounds like Reign."
Ocala, FL, United States
What a great old song, have you heard it any where recently
Charlotte, NC, United States
I hope to remember this hymn forever. Praise the Lord. ❤️
Uyo, Akwa Ibom, Nigeria
Bless be the God who was, and is, and is to come forever and ever AMEN.
Detroit, MI, United States
HALLELUYAH❣️ Bless you 🙏
Accra, Ghana
Praise the Lord! Oh my soul
Praise his holy name and declare his wonderful deeds
In the abundance Of his love, he she'd his incorruptible blood for the remission of our sins
Crown him, all who have life
Amen
Irvine, CA, United States
Praise the Lord for stanza 3!
1Pe 1:12 - "To them it was revealed that not to themselves but to you they ministered these things, which have now been announced to you through those who preached the gospel to you by the Holy Spirit sent from heaven, which things angels long to look into."