Crown Him with Many Crowns

Crown Him the Lord of love

Behold His hands and sigh

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 oh so bright

Crown Him the Lord of life

Who triumphed o'er the grave

Who rose victorious to the strife

For those He came to save

His glories now we sing

Who died and rose on high

Who died, eternal life to bring

And lives that death may die

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

With yonder sacred throne

We at His feet may fall

We'll join the everlasting song

And crown Him, "Lord of all"

We'll join the everlasting song

And crown Him, "Lord"

Crown Him, "Lord"

We'll crown Him, "Lord of all"