Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Crown Him With Many Crowns, artist - 100 Piano Classics. Album song 100 Piano Classics, in the genre Релакс
Date of issue: 23.12.2010
Record label: Autumn Hill
Song language: English
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 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 piercèd 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. |