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<h2>CROWN HIM WITH MANY CROWNS</h2>
<p align="center"><h3>&#8220;On His head were many crowns.&#8221; Revelation 19:12</h3></p>
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<p><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_e_l_elvey_gj.jpg" alt="George Job Elvey (1816-1893)" align="right" hspace="15" vspace="5" width="133.333333333333" height="184.666666666667"><em>Words:</em> Verses 1, 4, 5, 6 &amp; 9: <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_b_r_bridges_m.html" target="_blank">Matthew Bridges</a>, <em>The Passion of Jesus</em>, 1852; verses 2 &amp; 3: <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_t_h_thring_g.html" target="_blank">Godfrey Thring</a>, <em>Hymns and Sacred Lyrics</em>, 1874.</p>
<p><em>Music:</em> &#8220;Diademata,&#8221; <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_e_l_elvey_gj.html" target="_blank">George Job Elvey</a>, 1868 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_d_diademat.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>Crown Him with many crowns, the Lamb upon His throne.<br>
Hark! How the heavenly anthem drowns all music but its own.<br>
Awake, my soul, and sing of Him who died for thee,<br>
And hail Him as thy matchless King through all eternity.</p>
<p>Crown Him the virgin&#8217;s Son, the God incarnate born,<br>
Whose arm those crimson trophies won which now His brow adorn;<br>
Fruit of the mystic rose, as of that rose the stem;<br>
The root whence mercy ever flows, the Babe of Bethlehem.</p>
<p>Crown Him the Son of God, before the worlds began,<br>
And ye who tread where He hath trod, crown Him the Son of Man;<br>
Who every grief hath known that wrings the human breast,<br>
And takes and bears them for His own, that all in Him may rest.</p>
<p>Crown Him the Lord of life, who triumphed over the grave,<br>
And rose victorious in the strife for those He came to save.<br>
His glories now we sing, Who died, and rose on high,<br>
Who died eternal life to bring, and lives that death may die.</p>
<p>Crown Him the Lord of peace, Whose power a scepter sways<br>
From pole to pole, that wars may cease, and all be prayer and praise.<br>
His reign shall know no end, and round His pierc&egrave;d feet<br>
Fair flowers of paradise extend their fragrance ever sweet.</p>
<p>Crown Him the Lord of love, behold His hands and side,<br>
Those wounds, yet visible above, in beauty glorified.<br>
No angel in the sky can fully bear that sight,<br>
But downward bends His burning eye at mysteries so bright.</p>
<p>Crown Him the Lord of Heaven, enthroned in worlds above,<br>
Crown Him the King to Whom is given the wondrous name of Love.<br>
Crown Him with many crowns, as thrones before Him fall;<br>
Crown Him, ye kings, with many crowns, for He is King of all.</p>
<p>Crown Him the Lord of lords, who over all doth reign,<br>
Who once on earth, the incarnate Word, for ransomed sinners slain,<br>
Now lives in realms of light, where saints with angels sing<br>
Their songs before Him day and night, their God, Redeemer, King.</p>
<p>Crown Him the Lord of years, the Potentate of time,<br>
Creator of the rolling spheres, ineffably sublime.<br>
All hail, Redeemer, hail! For Thou has died for me;<br>
Thy praise and glory shall not fail throughout eternity.</p>
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