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