Crown Him with many crowns,

The Lamb upon His Throne;

Hark! how the heav’nly anthems drowns

All music but its own:

Awake. My soul, and sing

Of Him who died for thee,

And hail Him as thy matchless king

Thro’ all eternity.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Crown Him the Virgin’s Son.

The God incarnate born.

Whose arm those crimson trophies won

Which now His brow a dorn:

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 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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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 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 Paradise extend

Their fragrance ever sweet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Crown Him the Lord of years,

The Potentate of time,

Creator of the roiling spheres,

Ineffably sublime:

All hail, Redeemer, hail!

For Thou hast died for me;

Thy praise shall never, never fail

Throughout eternity.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

May God Bless Nigeria, America And Israel And Take Care Of Us; May God Make His Face Shine Upon Us, And Be Gracious To Us; May The Lord Lift Up His Countenance Upon Us, And Give Us Peace, In Jesus Christ Name, We Pray! Amen!

 

 

 

May The Grace The Lord Jesus Christ, And The Love Of God, And The Fellowship Of The Holy Spirit Be With You All. Amen!