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|Crown Him with Many Crowns||68|
|(DIADEMATA. S. M. D.)|
|Matthew Bridges,1851||George J. Elvey,1868|
- 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 Thro' all eternity.
- 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 down ward bends his burning eye At mysteries so bright.
- Crown him the Lord of peace, Whose power 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. Amen.