Verse 1
Crown Him upon His Throne;
Hark! how the heav’nly anthem[drowns
All music but its own
Awake, my soul and sing
Of Him as thy matchless[King
Thro’ all eternity.
Verse 2
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.
Verse 3
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.
Verse 4
Crown Him the Lord of Life,
Who triumphed o’er the grave,
And rose victorious in the strife
For those He came 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.
Verse 5
Crown Him the Lord of peace,
Whose power a sceptre sways
From pole to pole, that wars may
cease
And all be prayer and praise:
His reign shall know no end
And round His pierced feet
Fair flowers of Paradise extend
Their fragrance ever sweet.
Verse 6
Crown Him 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 And Godfred Thring