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