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