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