CROWN HIM WITH MANY CROWNS

Crown him with many crowns,\nThe Lamb upon his throne;\nHark, how the heavenly anthem drowns\nAll music but its own:\nAwake, my soul, and sing\nOf him who died for thee,\nAnd hail him as thy matchless King\nThrough all eternity.\n2. Crown him the Virgin’s Son,\nThe God incarnate born,\nWhose arm those crimson trophies won\nWhich now his brow adorn;\nFruit of the mystic rose\nAs of that rose the stem;\nThe root, whence mercy ever flows,\nThe babe of Bethlehem.\n3. Crown him the Lord of love:\nBehold his hands and side,\nRich wounds yet visible above\nIn beauty glorified:\nNo angel in the sky\nCan fully bear that sight,\nBut downward bends his burning eye\nAt mysteries so bright.\n4. Crown him the Lord of peace\nWhose power a sceptre sways\nFrom pole to pole, that wars may cease\nAbsorbed in prayer and praise:\nHis reign shall know no end,\nAnd round his piercèd feet\nFair flowers of paradise extend\nTheir fragrance ever sweet.