1. Crown Him with man- y crowns, the Lamb up- on His throne. Hark! How the heav'n- ly an- them drowns all mu- sic but its own. A- wake, my soul, and sing of Him who died for thee, And hail Him as thy match- less King through all e- ter- ni- ty.

2. Crown Him the vir- gin's Son, the God in- car- nate born, Whose arm those crim- son tro- phies won which now His brow a- dorn; Fruit of the mys- tic rose, as of that rose the stem; The root whence mer- cy ev- er flows, the Babe of Beth- le- hem.

3. Crown Him the Son of God, be- fore the worlds be- gan, And ye who tread where He hath trod, crown Him the Son of Man; Who ev- ery grief hath known that wrings the hu- man breast, And takes and bears them for His own, that all in Him may rest.

4. Crown Him the Lord of life, who tri- umphed o'er the grave, And rose vic- tor- ious in the strife for those He came to save. His glo- ries now we sing, Who died, and rose on high, Who died e- ter- nal life to bring, and lives that death may die.

5. Crown Him the Lord of peace, Whose pow'r a scep- ter sways From pole to pole, that wars may cease, and all be prayer and praise. His reign shall know no end, and round His pierc- ed feet Fair flow'rs of pa- ra- dise ex- tend their fra- grance ev- er sweet.