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
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 peace
Whose pow'r a sceptre sways
From pole to pole, that wars may cease
Absorbed in prayer and praise
His reign shall know no end
And round his piercèd feet
Fair flow'rs of paradise extend
Their fragrance ever sweet
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