A Cristo Coronad
A Cristo Coronad
A Cristo Coronad
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Hark! How the heav’n ly an them drowns all mu sic but its own.
Whose arm those crim son tro phies won which now His brow a dorn;
And ye who tread where He hath trod, crown Him the Son of Man;
And rose vic tor ious in the strife for those He came to save.
From pole to pole, that wars may cease, and all be prayer and praise.
And hail Him as thy match less King through all e ter ni ty.
The root whence mer cy ev er flows, the Babe of Beth le hem.
And takes and bears them for His own, that all in Him may rest.
Who died e ter nal life to bring, and lives that death may die.
Fair flow’rs of pa ra dise ex tend their fra grance ev er sweet.
6.Crown Him the Lord of love, behold His hands and side, 8.Crown Him the Lord of lords, who over all doth reign,
Those wounds, yet visible above, in beauty glorified. Who once on earth, the incarnate Word, for ransomed sinners slain,
No angel in the sky can fully bear that sight, Now lives in realms of light, where saints with angels sing
But downward bends his burning eye at mysteries so bright. Their songs before Him day and night, their God, Redeemer, King.
7.Crown Him the Lord of Heaven, enthroned in worlds above, 9.Crown Him the Lord of years, the Potentate of time,
Crown Him the King to Whom is given the wondrous name of Love. Creator of the rolling spheres, ineffably sublime.
Crown Him with many crowns, as thrones before Him fall; All hail, Redeemer, hail! For Thou has died for me;
Crown Him, ye kings, with many crowns, for He is King of all. Thy praise and glory shall not fail throughout eternity.