Crown Him with many crowns

Diademata. G.J.Elvey (1868)

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Crown Him with many crowns,
the Lamb upon His throne.
Hark! how the heav’nly anthem drowns
all music but its own.
Awake, my soul, and sing
of Him who died for thee,
and hail Him as thy matchless Kng
through all eternity.

Crown Him the Lord of life,
who triumphed o’er the grave,
and rose victorious in 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 peace,
Whose pow’r a sceptre sways
from pole to pole, that wars may cease,
Absorbed in prayer and praise.
His reign shall know no end,
And round His pierced fee
Fair flow’rs of Paradise extend
their fragrance ever sweet.

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 fail
throughout eternity.

Matthew Bridges (1851)

Added: 18 November 2020 for Last Sunday of the Year

Organ: Moseley