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