The Song of the Seraphs. (349)
Crown him with many crowns,
The Lamb upon his throne;
Hark! how the heavenly anthem drowns
All music but its own!
2 Awake, my soul! and sing
Of him who died for thee;
And hail him as thy matchless King,
Through all eternity.
3 Crown him, the Lord of love!
Behold his hands and side,
Rich wounds, yet visible above
In beauty glorified.
4 Crown him, the Lord of peace!
Whose power a scepter sways,
From pole to pole, that wars may cease,
Absorbed in prayer and praise.
5 Crown him, the Lord of years!
The Potentate of time;
Creator of the rolling spheres,
Ineffably sublime!
Matthew Bridges, 1852.