1 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 set us free,
and hail him as your matchless King
through all eternity.
2 Crown him the Lord of love;
behold his hands and side,
rich wounds yet visible above,
in beauty glorified.
No angels in the sky
can fully bear that sight,
but downward bend their burning eye
at mysteries so bright.
3 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.
4 Crown him the Lord of years,
the risen Lord sublime,
Creator of the rolling spheres,
the Master of all time.
All hail, Redeemer, hail!
for you have died for me;
your praise and glory shall not fail
|First Line:||Crown him with many crowns|
|Title:||Crown Him with Many Crowns|
|Author:||Matthew Bridges (1851, alt.)|
|Topic:||Reign of Christ; Christ--Victorious; Christian year--Ascension(2 more...)|
|Composer:||George Job Elvey (1868)|
|Notes:||595 C in 1891 Offices of Worship and Hymns|