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 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 piercèd 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