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