Crown Him with Many Crowns


Crown him with many crowns,
The Lamb upon his throne,
Hark, how the heavenly 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.

Crown him the Son of God,
Before the worlds began,
And you who tread where he has trod,
Crown him the Son of Man;
Who every grief has known
That wrings the human breast,
And takes and bears them for his own,
That all in him may rest.

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 Heaven,
Enthroned in worlds above,
Crown him the King to whom is given
The wondrous name of love.
All hail, Redeemer, hail!
For you have died for me;
Your praise shall never, never fail
Throughout eternity.

Matthew Bridges (1800-1894)
Godfrey Thring (1823-1903)