Crown Him With Many Crowns The Lamb Upon His Throne
While Heaven’s Eternal Anthem Drowns All Music But Its Own!
Awake, My Soul, And Sing Of Him Who Died To Be
Your Saviour And Your Matchless King Through All Eternity.

Crown Him The Lord Of Life Triumphant From The Grave,
Who Rose Victorious From The Strife For Those He Came To Save:
His Glories Now We Sing Who Died And Reigns On High;
He Died Eternal Life To Bring And Lives That Death May Die

Crown Him The Lord Of Love, Who Shows 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 Peace His Kingdom Is At Hand;
From Pole To Pole Let Warfare Cease And Christ Rule Every Land!
A City Stands On High, His Glory It Displays,
And There The Nations ‘Holy’ Cry In Joyful Hymns Of Praise.

Crown Him The Lord Of Years,The Potentate Of Time,
Creator Of The Rolling Spheres In Majesty Sublime:
All Hail, Redeemer, Hail, For You Have Died For Me;
Your Praise Shall Never, Never Fail Through All Eternity!