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