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