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