14. Crown Him with many crowns, The lamb
1 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.
2 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.
3 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.
4 Crown Him the Lord of peace, Whose power a sceptre sways
From pole to pole, that wars may cease, 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.
5 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.