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