Crown Him with Many Crowns (feat. Taylor Leonhardt)

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 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 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

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