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Crown Him with many crowns, The Lamb upon His throne; Hark, how the heav'nly 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 Thru' all eternity. |
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Crown Him the Virgin's Son: The God Incarnate born, Whose arm those crimson trophies won Which now His brow adorn; Fruit of the mystic rose, As of that rose the stem; The root, whence mercy ever flows, The Babe of Bethlehem. |
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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. |
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Crown Him the Lord of heav'n: One with the Father known, And the blest Spirit thru' Him giv'n From yonder triune throne: All hail, Redeemer, hail, For Thou hast died for me; Thy praise shall never, never fail Thru'out eternity. |