Crown Him with many crowns, 

The Lamb upon His throne;

Hark! how the heav'nly 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 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 scepter 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 love;

Behold His hands and side.

Those wounds, yet visible above,

In beauty glorified.

All hail, Redeemer, hail!

For Thou hast died for me!

Thy praise and glory shall not fail 

Throughout eternity!