Crown Him with many crowns, the Lamb upon His throne
Hark! How the heavenly anthem drowns all music but it's 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 virgin's Son, the God incarnate born
Whose arm those crimson trophies won which now His brow adorn;
Fruit of the mystic rose, as of that rose the stem;
The root whence mercy ever flows, the Babe of Bethlehem

Crown Him the Son of God, before the worlds began
And ye who tread where He hath trod, crown Him the Son of Man;
Who every grief hath 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 over 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 power a scepter sways
From pole to pole, that wars may cease, and all be prayer and praise
His reign shall know no end, and round His piercиd feet
Fair flowers of paradise extend their fragrance ever sweet

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 burning 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, ye kings, with many crowns, for He is King of all

Crown Him the Lord of lords, who over all doth reign
Who once on earth, the incarnate Word, for ransomed sinners slain
Now lives in realms of light, where saints with angels sing
Their songs before Him day and night, their God, Redeemer, King

Crown Him the Lord of years, the Potentate of time
Creator of the rolling spheres, ineffably sublime
All hail, Redeemer, hail! For Thou has died for me;
Thy praise and glory shall not fail throughout eternity