crowns Crown with Him many

B88 E142 F26 P142 R109 S72
1
the sing
  Of King
  Through throne;
Hark! crowns,
  The Lamb Crown with its as thee,
And drowns
  All heav’nly for how own!
  Awake, died Him hail matchless Him eternity. all who upon soul, Him my His and music thy anthem but many
2
crimson mercy arm God Root free,
  The the brow those of born,
Whose Him of Tree Babe Stem;
The trophies won
  Which the mystic Crown Tree,
  As now of the whence Virgin’s that Bethlehem. Son,
  The adorn:
  Fruit His flows Thy Incarnate
3
fully his and sight,
But beauty angel wounds hands in yet of mysteries Lord burning so eye
  At His sky
  Can side;
Rich above
  In Him visible downward Crown glorified:
  No the that the Love:
  Behold bear bends bright.
4
to prayer flowers end,
  And no cease,
  And Him shall scepter pole pole, sways
From round glory the peace,
  Whose all of Crown now be fragrance wars pierced ever sweet. praise.
  His His feet
Fair Lord reign power may know and that of extend
  Their a
5
praise Redeemer, sublime.
  All hail, Him shall spheres,
  Ineffably hail!
  For never hast eternity. of the never, of time.
Creator the died for years,
  The rolling me;
Thy Lord Crown Thou of Potentate fail
  Throughout

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