Songs

Crown Him with many crowns

26
				S.M.D.

1	Crown Him with many crowns,
	The Lamb upon His throne;
	Hark! how the heav'nly 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.

2	Crown Him the Lord of Love:
	Behold His hands and side;
	Rich 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.

3	Crown Him the Lord of life,
	Who triumphed o’er 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.

4	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.

					M. Bridges