Crown Him with many crowns, the Lamb upon His throne.Hark! How the heavenly anthem drowns all music but its own.Awake, my soul, and sing of Him who died for thee,And hail Him as thy matchless King thru all eternity. Crown Him the Lord of love, behold His hands and side,Rich wounds, yet visible above, In beauty glorified.No angel in the sky can fully bear that sight,But downward bends his wond’ring eye at mysteries so bright. Crown Him the Lord of life, who triumphed over the grave,Who rose victorious in the strife for those He came to save.His glories now we…