Misc Praise Songs - Crown him with many crowns
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DCrown Him with Bmmany Gcrowns, the DLamb GupA7on DHis Athrone.
AHark! DHow Athe BmheavenDly Eanthem Adrowns E7all AmuDsic E7susbut itE7s oAwn.
AAwDake, my Asoul, Dand Gsing B7of EHim who Ddied Efor Athee,
AAnd Dhail Him Gas Dthy Em7matchAless DKing Dthrough Gall DeterAniA7ty.D
DCrown Him the LBmord oGf life, who DtriumGphA7ed DoverA the grave,
AAnd roDse vAictoBmrious Din Ethe strAife forE7 thoAseD He E7suscame tE7o sAave.
AHiDs glorieAs now Dwe sGing, B7whoE died, aDnd roEse oAn high,
AWho Ddied eterGnalD lifEm7e to AbringD, andD lives tGhat DdeatAh A7mayD die.
DCrown Him the LBmord oGf peace, whoDse poGweA7r aD sceApter sways
AFrom pDole Ato pBmole, tDhatE wars mAay ceasE7e, aAndD allE7sus be prE7ayeAr and praise.
AHiDs reign Ashall DknowG no eB7nd,E and rouDnd HiEs piAercèd feet
AFairD flowers Gof DparaEm7dise AextenDd theDir fragrGanceD eveAr A7sweDet.
DCrown Him the LBmord oGf love, behoDld HiGs A7hanDds aAnd side,
AThose DwounAds, Bmyet viDsibEle abovAe, in bE7eautAy DglorE7susified.E7 A
AAlDl hail, ARedeemDer, Ghail!B7 FoEr Thou hDas diEed fAor me;
AThy Dpraise anGd gDloryEm7 shalAl notD failD throughGout DeterAniA7ty.D
Original Lyrics (Bridges):
DCrown Him with Bmmany Gcrowns, The DLamb GupA7on DHis Athrone;
AHark! Dhow Athe BmheavenDly EanthemsA drownsE7 AllA mDusicE7sus but iE7ts Aown:
AAwDake, my Asoul, Dand Gsing B7Of EHim who Ddied Efor Athee,
AAnd Dhail Him Gas Dthy Em7matchAless DKing DThrough Gall DeterAniA7ty.D
DCrown Him the VBmirginG’s Son! The DGod IGncA7arnDate Aborn,—
AWhose Darm AthosBme crimDsonE trophiAes won E7WhicAh Dnow E7susHis brE7ow Aadorn!
AFrDuit of tAhe mysDtic GRose B7As Eof that DRose Ethe AStem:
AThe DRoot, wheGnceD merEm7cy evAer flDows,—DThe BabeG of DBethAleA7hemD!
DCrown Him the LBmord oGf peace! WhoDse poGweA7r aD sceApter sways,
AFrom pDole Ato pBmole,—tDhatE wars mAay ceasE7e, AAbsDorbeE7susd in pE7rayAer and praise:
AHiDs reign Ashall DknowG no eB7nd,E And rouDnd HiEs piAerced feet
AFairD flowers Gof DparaEm7dise AextenDd TheDir fragrGanceD eveAr A7sweDet.
DCrown Him the LBmord oGf love! BehoDld HiGs A7hanDds aAnd side,—
ARich wDoundAs, yBmet visDiblEe aboveA, In beE7autyA gDloriE7susfied: E7 A
ANoD angel iAn the Dsky GCan fB7ullEy bear tDhat sEightA,
ABut Ddownward GbenDds hEm7is buArningD eye DAt mysteGriesD so AbrA7ighDt!
DCrown Him the LBmord oGf years! TheD PoteGntA7ateD of Atime,—
ACreatoDr ofA theBm rolliDng EspheresA, IneffE7ablyA sDubliE7susme! E7 A
AGlDassed inA a seaD of GlightB7, WEhere eveDrlastEing Awaves
AReflDect His tGhroDne,—Em7the IAnfiniDte! WDho livesG,—anDd loAveA7s—aDnd saves.
DCrown Him the LBmord oGf heaven! OnDe witGh A7theD FatAher known,—
AAnd thDe blAest BmSpiritD, tEhrough AHim givE7en FAroDm yoE7susnder tE7riuAne throne!
AAlDl hail! ARedeemDer,—GHail!B7 FoEr Thou hDast dEied Afor me;
AThy Dpraise shGallD nevEm7er, nAever Dfail DThroughoGut eDternAitA7y! D
Original Lyrics (Thring):
DCrown Him with BmcrownGs of gold, ADll naGtiA7onsD greAat and small,
ACrown DHim,A ye BmmartyrDed Esaints Aof old,E7 TheA LDamb E7susonce sE7laiAn for all;
AThDe Lamb oAnce slDain Gfor tB7hemE Who briDng thEeir Apraises now,
AAs jDewels forG thDe diEm7adem AThat DgirdsD His sacGred DbrowA. A7 D
DCrown Him the SBmon ofG God Before Dthe wGorA7ldsD begAan,
AAnd yeD, whAo trBmead whDereE He hatAh trod,E7 CroAwnD HimE7sus the SE7on Aof man;
AWhDo every Agrief DhathG knowB7n TEhat wrinDgs thEe huAman breast,
AAnd Dtakes andG beDars Em7them Afor HDis owDn, That Gall Din HAimA7 maDy rest.
DCrown Him the LBmord oGf light, WhoD o’erG aA7 daDrkenAed world
AIn robDes oAf glBmory inDfinEite HisA fiery E7flagA uDnfurE7susled. E7 A
AAnDd bore iAt raisDed oGn higB7h, EIn heaveDn-in EeartAh-beneath,
ATo aDll the siGgn Dof vEm7ictorAy O’eDr SatDan, sin,G andD deaAthA7. D
DCrown Him the LBmord oGf life Who tDriumpGheA7d oD’er Athe grave,
AAnd roDse vAictoBmrious Din Ethe strAife ForE7 thoAseD He E7suscame tE7o sAave;
AHiDs glorieAs now Dwe sGing WB7ho Edied, anDd rosEe onA high.
AWho Ddied, eteGrnaDl liEm7fe toA brinDg AndD lives tGhat DdeatAh A7mayD die.
DCrown Him of loBmrds tGhe Lord, WhoD overG aA7ll DdothA reign
AWho onDce oAn eaBmrth, tDhe EincarnaAte WordE7, FoAr DransE7susomed sE7innAers slain,
ANoDw lives Ain reaDlms Gof liB7ghtE, Where DsaintEs wiAth angels sing
ATheiDr songs bGefoDre HEm7im daAy andD nighDt, TheirG GodD, ReAdeA7emeDr, King.
DCrown Him the LBmord oGf heaven, EnDthronGedA7 inD worAlds above;
ACrown DHim Athe BmKing, Dto Ewhom isA given E7The AwoDndroE7susus namE7e oAf Love,
ACrDown Him Awith mDany GcrownB7s, EAs thronDes beEforeA Him fall.
ACrowDn Him, yeG kiDngs,Em7 withA manyD crowDns, For GHe iDs KiAngA7 ofD all.