| Crown Him with many crowns,
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| The Lamb upon His throne;
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| Hark! |
| How the heav’nly anthem drowns
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| All music but its own!
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| Awake, my soul and sing
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| Of Him Who died for thee,
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| And hail Him as thy matchless King
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| Through all eternity.
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| Crown Him the Lord of love!
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| Behold His hands and side—
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| Rich wounds, yet visible above,
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| In beauty glorified.
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| No angel in the sky
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| Can fully bear that sight,
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| But downward bends His wond’ring eye
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| At mysteries so bright.
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| Crown Him the Lord of life!
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| Who triumphed o’er the grave,
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| Who rose victorious in the strife
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| For those He came to save.
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| His glories now we sing,
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| Who died, and rose on high,
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| Who died eternal life to bring,
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| And lives that death may die.
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| Crown Him the Lord of heav’n!
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| One with the Father known,
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| One with the Spirit through Him giv’n
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| From yonder glorious throne,
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| To Thee be endless praise,
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| For Thou for us hast died;
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| Be Thou, O Lord, through endless days
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| Adored and magnified. |