1. 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.
  2. 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 bend his wondering eye
    At mysteries so great.
  3. Crown him the Lord of peace!
    whose power a scepter sways
    from pole to pole, that wars may cease,
    and all be prayer and praise.
    His reign shall know no end,
    and round his pierced feet
    fair flowers of paradise extend
    their fragrance ever sweet.
  4. 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.