Crown Him with many crowns,
the Lamb upon His throne,
while heaven’s eternal anthem drowns
all music but its own!
Awake my soul, and sing
of Him who died to be
your Saviour and your matchless King
through all eternity.
Crown Him the Lord of life,
who triumphed over the grave,
and rose victorious from the strife
for those He came to save:
His glories now we sing
who died and rose on high;
who died eternal life to bring
and lives that death may die.
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 wondering eye
at mysteries so bright.
Crown Him the Lord of heaven!
Enthroned in worlds above.
Crown Him the King to whom is given
the wondrous name of Love.
Crown Him with many crowns
as thrones before Him fall
crown Him, you kings, with many crowns
for He is King of all!