|Crown Him with Many Crowns||68|
|(DIADEMATA. S. M. D.)|
|Matthew Bridges, 1851||George J. Elvey, 1868|
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.
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.
From pole to pole, that wars may cease, And all be prayer and praise ! His reign shall know no end, And round his pierced feetFair flowers of Paradise extend Their fragrance ever sweet. Amen.