Crown Him with many Crowns

Processional
Matthew Bridges
Nicola A. Montani

With expression

1.
Crown Him with many crowns,
The Lamb upon the throne;
Hark, how the heav'nly anthem drowns
All music but its own;
Awake, my soul and sing
Of Him who dies for thee,
And hail Him as thy matchless King
Thro' all eternity.

2.
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 the Rose the Stem;
The Root whence Mercy ever flows,
The Babe of Bethlehem.

3.
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.

4.
Crown Him the Lord of peace,
Whose pow'r a sceptre sways
From pole to pole, that wars may cease,
Absorbed in pray'r and praise:
His reign shall know no end,
And round His pier-ced Feet
Fair flow'rs of Paradise extend
Their fragrance ever sweet.

5.
Crown Him the Lord of heaven,
One with the Father known,
And the blest Spirit through Him giv'n
From yonder Triune throne:
All hail, Redeemer, hail!
For Thou hast died for me;
Thy praise shall never, never fail
Thro'out eternity.

Copyright 1920 by N. A. M.
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