Crown Him the
virgin's Son, the God incarnate born,
Whose arm those
crimson trophies won which now His brow adorn
Fruit of the
mystic rose, as of that rose the stem
The root whence mercy
ever flows, the Babe of
Bethlehem.
Crown Him the Son of God,
before the worlds began,
And ye who tread where He hath
trod, crown Him the Son of Man
Who every grief hath known
that wrings the human breast,
And takes and bears them for
His own, that all in Him may rest.
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 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 pierc�d feet
Fair
flowers of paradise extend their fragrance ever
sweet.
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 Heaven, enthroned in
worlds above,
Crown Him the King to Whom is given the
wondrous name of Love.
Crown Him with many crowns, as
thrones before Him fall
Crown Him, ye kings, with many
crowns, for He is King of all.
Crown Him the Lord of
lords, who over all doth reign,
Who once on earth, the
incarnate Word, for ransomed sinners slain,
Now lives in
realms of light, where saints with angels sing
Their songs
before Him day and night, their God, Redeemer,
King.
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.
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