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Published on May 27, 2009
Crown Him with many crowns
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 over 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 love, behold His hands and side, those 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 years, the Potentate of time, Creator of the rolling spheres, ineffably sublime. all hail, Redeemer, hail! For Thou has died for me; Thy praise and glory shall not fail throughout eternity.