Crown Him with Many Crowns

Matthew Bridges (1800–1894), 1851; verse 3 by Godfrey Thring (1823–1903), 1874

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 Lord of life,

Who triumphed o'er 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 heaven,

One with the Father known,

One with the Spirit through him given

From yonder glorious throne.

To thee be endless praise,

For thou for us hast died;

Be thou, O Lord, through endless days

Adored and magnified.