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| Crown Him With Many Crowns |
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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 King |
| Through all eternity. |
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| Crown Him the Lord of love! |
| Behold His hands and side— |
| Rich wounds, yet visible above, |
| In beauty glorified. |
| No angel in the sky |
| Can fully bear that sight, |
| But downward bends His wond’ring eye |
| At mysteries so bright. |
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| Crown Him the Lord of life! |
| Who triumphed o’er the grave, |
| Who 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. |
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| Crown Him the Lord of heav’n! |
| One with the Father known, |
| One with the Spirit through Him giv’n |
| From yonder glorious throne, |
| To Thee be endless praise, |
| For Thou for us hast died; |
| Be Thou, O Lord, through endless days |
| Adored and magnified. |
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