hymnal 25
1 Crown Him with many crowns, the Lamb upon on 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.
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 peace; Whose power a scepter sways
From pole to pole, that wars may cease, absorbed in prayer and praise;
His reign shall know no end; and round His pierced feet
Fair flowers of Paradise extend their fragrance ever sweet.