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