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