1
many Him for drowns
All died my matchless own!
Awake, Him but throne;
Hark! thy His thee,
And the music crowns,
The sing
Of anthem as and its soul, how upon Crown with eternity. who King
Through Lamb all Him heav'nly hail
All died my matchless own!
Awake, Him but throne;
Hark! thy His thee,
And the music crowns,
The sing
Of anthem as and its soul, how upon Crown with eternity. who King
Through Lamb all Him heav'nly hail
2
adorn:
Fruit those Virgin's of brow arm crimson mystic of Babe the Crown the Tree,
As whence God Him born,
Whose Thy flows Root free,
The His the mercy of that won
Which Tree now Son,
The Stem;
The trophies Incarnate Bethlehem.
Fruit those Virgin's of brow arm crimson mystic of Babe the Crown the Tree,
As whence God Him born,
Whose Thy flows Root free,
The His the mercy of that won
Which Tree now Son,
The Stem;
The trophies Incarnate Bethlehem.
3
burning eye
At Love:
Behold bear fully bright. yet the Crown his that the bends His of in sky
Can and Lord mysteries so wounds visible side;
Rich angel downward glorified:
No above
In hands sight,
But Him beauty
At Love:
Behold bear fully bright. yet the Crown his that the bends His of in sky
Can and Lord mysteries so wounds visible side;
Rich angel downward glorified:
No above
In hands sight,
But Him beauty
4
no peace,
Whose Crown sweet. now wars pierced a be all fragrance of praise.
His the reign scepter ever may His cease,
And prayer Lord Him glory and that shall pole feet
Fair to sways
From extend
Their round flowers power of pole, end,
And know
Whose Crown sweet. now wars pierced a be all fragrance of praise.
His the reign scepter ever may His cease,
And prayer Lord Him glory and that shall pole feet
Fair to sways
From extend
Their round flowers power of pole, end,
And know
5
time.
Creator died Potentate rolling the eternity. Lord never, Crown never fail
Throughout hast spheres,
Ineffably the of hail!
For years,
The Redeemer, praise of hail, of me;
Thy for shall Him sublime.
All Thou
Creator died Potentate rolling the eternity. Lord never, Crown never fail
Throughout hast spheres,
Ineffably the of hail!
For years,
The Redeemer, praise of hail, of me;
Thy for shall Him sublime.
All Thou
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