Crown Him With Many Crowns

Before I get to another more familiar song we sun at the conference, I've done a few more scrapbook pages:

Crown Him With Many Crowns

Crown Him with many crowns,
The lamb upon the 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 Heav'n:
One with the Father known.
One with the Spirit through Him giv'n
From yonder glorious throne.
To Thee be endless praise.
For Thou has died for me;
Be Thou, O Lord, through endless days
Adored and magnified.

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 love;
Behold His hands and side,
Rich wounds, yet visible above
In beauty glorified;
No angels in the sky
Can fully bear that sight,
But downward bends their burning eye
At mysteries so bright.

Author:  Matthew Bridges (1851)