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