[V1] Crown him with many crowns, the Lamb upon his throne!|| Hark how the heavenly 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 Thro' all eternity. [V2] 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. [V3] Crown him the Lord of peace, whose power a scepter sways From pole to pole, that wars may cease, absorbed in prayer and praise: || His reign shall know no end, and round his pierced feet Fair flowers of paradise extend their fragrance ever sweet. [V4] 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.
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