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 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 bend his wondering eye At mysteries so great.
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 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.