with many crowns Crown Him

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

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