crowns Crown many Him with

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

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