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
Thro' all eternity.
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 rose,
As of that rose the stem;
The root whence mercy ever flows,
The Babe of Bethlehem.
Crown Him the Lord of LOVE.
Behold His hands and side,
Rich wounds, yet visible above,
In beauty glorified.
Nor angel in the sky
Can fully bear that sight,
But downward bends his wond'ring eye
At mysteries so bright.
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 HEAVEN,
ENTHRONED IN WORLDS ABOVE,
CROWN HIM THE KING TO WHOM IS GIVEN
THE WONDROUS NAME OF LOVE.
CROWN HIM WITH MANY CROWNS
AS THRONES BEFORE HIM FALL;
CROWN HIM, YE KINGS, WITH MANY CROWNS,
FOR HE IS KING OF ALL.
More like wiggle in the pew but hey)
I get chills just reading it. I want it sung at my home-going!
"and LIVES that death may die".
Be with Terri, Lord. Refresh her body with water!
Lord, You are King! Praise to You Father!