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!