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 Lord of love; Behold His hands and side, Rich wounds, yet visible above In beauty glorified. No angel in the sky Can fully bear that sight, But downward bends his wondering eye At mysteries so bright. 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. Crown Him the 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DIORAMA PAINTER AT THE MUSEUM OF NATURAL HISTORY by KAREN SWENSON DAISY by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS EPITAPH ON HIMSELF by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 100 by OMAR KHAYYAM SONNET TO A FRIEND by BERNARD BARTON COMMENDS THE SPRING; A PARAPHRASE OF AN IDYLLIUM by BION BEHIND THE LINE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |