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 all, 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

Crown him the Lord of love, behold his hands his side
Rich wounds yet visible above, in beauty glorified
No angels in the sky can fully bear that sight
But downward bend their burning eyes at mysteris so bright

Crown him the Lord of years, the pontentate of time
Creator of all rolling spheres, ineffably sublime
All hail redeemer hail, for thou hast died for me
Thy praise shall never, never fail throughout eternity.