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223 – Crown Him With Many Crowns

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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.

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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 wondering eye

At mysteries so great.

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Crown Him the Lord of peace!

Whose hand 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 pierced feet

Fair flowers of Paradise extend,

Their fragrance ever sweet.

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Crown Him the Lord of years,

The Potentate of time,

Creator of the rolling spheres,

Ineffably sublime!

All hail! Redeemer, hail!

For Thou hast died for me;

Thy praise shall never, never fail

Throughout eternity.