1. Crown him with many crowns

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.

Crown him the Son of God Before the words began; And ye who tread where he had trod, Crown him the son of Man Who every grief hath known That wrings the human breast And takes and bears them for his own, That all in him may rest

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 bends his burning eye At mysteries so bright.

Crown him the Lord of peace Whose power a sceptre sways From pole to pole, that war 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. 47

Crown him the Lord of years The Potentate of time, Creator of the rolling spheres, Ineffably sublime; All hail, Redeemer hail! For thou has died for me: Thy praise shall never, never fail Throughout eternity. BBC Songs 121