The Song of the Seraphs. (349) Crown him with many crowns, The Lamb upon his throne; Hark! how the heavenly anthem drowns All music but its own! 2 Awake, my soul! and sing Of him who died for thee; And hail him as thy matchless King, Through all eternity. 3 Crown him, the Lord of love! Behold his hands and side, Rich wounds, yet visible above In beauty glorified. 4 Crown him, the Lord of peace! Whose power a scepter sways, From pole to pole, that wars may cease, Absorbed in prayer and praise. 5 Crown him, the Lord of years! The Potentate of time; Creator of the rolling spheres, Ineffably sublime! Matthew Bridges, 1852.
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