Crown Him With Many Crowns

"Thou art worthy, O Lord, to receive glory and honour and power: for thou hast created all things, and for thy pleasure they are and were created."   Rev. 4:11

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 

through all eternity. 

Crown him the Lord of life, 

who triumphed o'er the grave, 

and rose victorious in the strife 

for those he came to save. 

His glories now we sing, 

who died, and rose on high, 

who died, eternal life to bring, 

and lives that death may die. 

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 paradise extend 

their fragrance ever sweet. 

Crown him the Lord of love; 

behold his hands and side, 

those wounds, yet visible above, 

in beauty glorified. 

All hail, Redeemer, hail! 

For thou hast died for me; 

thy praise and glory shall not fail 

throughout eternity.