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Crown Him with many crowns,
The Lamb upon His throne;
Hark! how the heav’nly anthem drowns
All music but its own!
Awake, my soul, and sing
Of Him who died for thee,
And hail Him as thy matchless King
Through all eternity.
The Lamb upon His throne;
Hark! how the heav’nly anthem drowns
All music but its own!
Awake, my soul, and sing
Of Him who died for thee,
And hail Him as thy matchless King
Through all eternity.
2
Crown Him the Virgin’s Son,
The God Incarnate born,
Whose arm those crimson trophies won
Which now His brow adorn:
Fruit of the mystic Tree,
As of that Tree the Stem;
The Root whence flows Thy mercy free,
The Babe of Bethlehem.
The God Incarnate born,
Whose arm those crimson trophies won
Which now His brow adorn:
Fruit of the mystic Tree,
As of that Tree the Stem;
The Root whence flows Thy mercy free,
The Babe of Bethlehem.
3
Crown Him the Lord of Love:
Behold His hands and side;
Rich wounds yet visible above
In beauty glorified:
No angel in the sky
Can fully bear that sight,
But downward bends his burning eye
At mysteries so bright.
Behold His hands and side;
Rich wounds yet visible above
In beauty glorified:
No angel in the sky
Can fully bear that sight,
But downward bends his burning eye
At mysteries so bright.
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Crown Him the Lord of peace,
Whose power a scepter sways
From pole to pole, that wars may cease,
And all be prayer and praise.
His reign shall know no end,
And round His pierced feet
Fair flowers of glory now extend
Their fragrance ever sweet.
Whose power a scepter sways
From pole to pole, that wars may cease,
And all be prayer and praise.
His reign shall know no end,
And round His pierced feet
Fair flowers of glory now extend
Their fragrance ever sweet.
5
Crown Him the Lord of years,
The Potentate of time.
Creator of the rolling spheres,
Ineffably sublime.
All hail, Redeemer, hail!
For Thou hast died for me;
Thy praise shall never, never fail
Throughout eternity.
The Potentate of time.
Creator of the rolling spheres,
Ineffably sublime.
All hail, Redeemer, hail!
For Thou hast died for me;
Thy praise shall never, never fail
Throughout eternity.
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Mountain View, California, United States
While I am in the midst of a trial my heart has been singing this song. I just start humming it at odd times through out the day and even wake in the middle of night. "Awake my soul and sing of Him who died for thee. And hail Him as thy matchless King throughout eternity." My soul had been sleeping as I had been retreating like a wounded animal and hiding from my God and life in pain. But the pain became unbearable and caused me to awaken from my slumber and cry out to Jesus for His help. Jesus is helping me as I reach out and ask for help from wonderful, kind and caring Christians in my life. And now that I am "awake" I see how much Jesus loves me even unto death and I am eternally and extremely grateful to Him for His love and even the smallest blessings in my life. I have an attitude of gratitude and worship even though my circumstances have not changed for the better. You could even say they have become even more intense... Yet God is mighty and faithful and He will help me through my trials. May you too find God's blessings even in the midst of your storms of life.
Lagos, Nigeria
He is indeed the Lord of Lord. There is none like Him in all ramifications.