Crown him with many crowns
the lamb upon the thrown
Hark! How heavenly the anthem drowns
All music but its own
Awake, my soul, and sing of him
who died for me
and hail him as thy matchless king
through all eternity
eternity
Crown him the lord of life
who triumphed over the grave
and rose victorious in the strife
for those he came to save
he glories now we sing
who died, and rose on high
who died eternal life to bring
and lives that death may die
that death may die
and we cry great is our king
and we cry great is our king
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 has died for me
thy praise and glory shall not fail
throughout eternity
eternity
and we cry great is our king
and we cry great is our king
and we cry great is our king
and we cry great is our king

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