1.Crown him with many crowns,The Lamb upon his throne;Hark! how the heav'nly anthem drownsAll music but its own!Awake, my soul, and singOf him who died for thee;And hail him as thy matchless KingThro' 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 skyCan fully bear that sight,But downward bends his wond'ring eyeAt mysteries so great.3.Crown him the Lord of peace!Whose hand a scepter swaysFrom pole to pole, that wars may cease,And all be pray'r and praise:His reign shall know no end,And round his pierced feetFair flow'rs of paradise extendTheir 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 failThroughout eternity.