Crown Him With Many Crowns

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.

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.

Crown Him the lord of life,

Who triumphed o'er the grave,

Who 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 live that death may die.

Crown Him the lord of heav'n,

One with the Father known

One with the spirit, Thru Him giv'n

From yonder glorious throne

To thee endless praise

For thou for us hast died;

Be thou, O Lord, Thru endless days

Adored and magnified