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