Crown Him with many crowns he 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 life, Who triumphed over the grave, Who rose victorious in 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 the Lord of love, Behold His hands and side, Rich wounds, yet visible above, In beauty glorified. All hail, Redeemer, hail! For Thou has died for me; Thy praise and glory shall not fail Throughout eternity.
All hail the power of Jesus’ Name! Let angels prostrate fall; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown Him Lord of all. Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown Him Lord of all.
O that, with yonder sacred throng, We at His feet may fall, We’ll join in the everlasting song, And crown Him Lord of all, We’ll join in the everlasting song, And crown Him Lord of all!
Crown Him with many crowns Crown Him Crown Him Crown Him Lord of all!