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 your matchless King
through all eternity.
2 Crown him the Lord of life,
triumphant o'er the grave,
who rose victorious from the strife
for those he came to save.
His glories now we sing
who died and reigns on high;
he died, eternal life to bring,
and lives that death may die.
3 Crown him the Lord of peace;
his kingdom is at hand.
From pole to pole let warfare cease
and Christ rule every land.
All hail, Redeemer, hail,
for you have died for me.
Your praise shall never, never fail
throughout eternity.
4 Crown him the Lord of love,
behold his hands and side,
those wounds, yet visible above,
in beauty glorified.
He every grief has known
that wrings the human breast,
he takes and bears them for his own,
that all in him may rest.
