Crown Him With Many Crowns 歌词

歌曲	Crown Him With Many Crowns
歌手	Jim Brickman
专辑	Grace
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	Crown him with many crowns,the
	Lamb upon his throne.
	Hark! How the heavenly anthem drownsall music but its own.
	Awake, my soul, and sing of himwho died for thee,and hail him as thy matchless
	Kingthrough all eternity.
	Crown him the virgin's
	Son,the God incarnate born,whose arm those crimson trophies wonwhich now
	His brow adorn;fruit of the mystic rose,as of that rose the stem;the root whence mercy ever flows,the
	Babe of Bethlehem.
	Crown him the
	Son of God,before the worlds began,and ye who tread where he hath trod,crown him the
	Son of Man;who every grief hath knownthat wrings the human breast,and takes and bears them for
	His own,that all in him may rest.
	Crown him the
	Lord of life,who triumphed over the grave,and rose victorious in the strifefor those he came to save.
	His glories now we sing,who died, and rose on high,who died eternal life to bring,and lives that death may die.
	Crown him the
	Lord of peace,whose power a scepter swaysfrom pole to pole, that wars may cease,and all be prayer and praise.his reign shall know no end,and round his piercèd feetfair flowers of paradise extendtheir fragrance ever sweet.
	Crown him the
	Lord of love,behold his hands and side,those wounds, yet visible above,in beauty glorified.
	No angel in the skycan fully bear that sight,but downward bends his burning eyeat mysteries so bright.
	Crown him the
	Lord of Heaven,enthroned in worlds above,crown him the
	King to whom is giventhe wondrous name of
	Love.Crown him with many crowns,as thrones before him fall;
	Crown him, ye kings, with many crowns,for he is
	King of all.
	Crown him the
	Lord of lords,who over all doth reign,who once on earth, the incarnate
	Word,for ransomed sinners slain,now lives in realms of light,where saints with angels singtheir songs before him day and night,their
	God, Redeemer,
	King.Crown him the
	Lord of years,the
	Potentate of time,
	Creator of the rolling spheres,ineffably sublime.all hail,
	Redeemer, hail!
	For thou has died for me;thy praise and glory shall not failthroughout eternity.

	Crown him with many crowns, the
	Lamb upon his throne.
	Hark! How the heavenly anthem drownsall music but its own.
	Awake, my soul, and sing of himwho died for thee, and hail him as thy matchless
	Kingthrough all eternity.
	Crown him the virgin' s
	Son, the God incarnate born, whose arm those crimson trophies wonwhich now
	His brow adorn fruit of the mystic rose, as of that rose the stem the root whence mercy ever flows, the
	Babe of Bethlehem.
	Crown him the
	Son of God, before the worlds began, and ye who tread where he hath trod, crown him the
	Son of Man who every grief hath knownthat wrings the human breast, and takes and bears them for
	His own, that all in him may rest.
	Crown him the
	Lord of life, who triumphed over the grave, and rose victorious in the strifefor those he came to save.
	His glories now we sing, who died, and rose on high, who died eternal life to bring, and lives that death may die.
	Crown him the
	Lord of peace, whose power a scepter swaysfrom pole to pole, that wars may cease, and all be prayer and praise. his reign shall know no end, and round his pierce d feetfair flowers of paradise extendtheir fragrance ever sweet.
	Crown him the
	Lord of love, behold his hands and side, those wounds, yet visible above, in beauty glorified.
	No angel in the skycan fully bear that sight, but downward bends his burning eyeat mysteries so bright.
	Crown him the
	Lord of Heaven, enthroned in worlds above, crown him the
	King to whom is giventhe wondrous name of
	Love. Crown him with many crowns, as thrones before him fall
	Crown him, ye kings, with many crowns, for he is
	King of all.
	Crown him the
	Lord of lords, who over all doth reign, who once on earth, the incarnate
	Word, for ransomed sinners slain, now lives in realms of light, where saints with angels singtheir songs before him day and night, their
	God, Redeemer,
	King. Crown him the
	Lord of years, the
	Potentate of time,
	Creator of the rolling spheres, ineffably sublime. all hail,
	Redeemer, hail!
	For thou has died for me thy praise and glory shall not failthroughout eternity.

	Crown him with many crowns, the
	Lamb upon his throne.
	Hark! How the heavenly anthem drownsall music but its own.
	Awake, my soul, and sing of himwho died for thee, and hail him as thy matchless
	Kingthrough all eternity.
	Crown him the virgin' s
	Son, the God incarnate born, whose arm those crimson trophies wonwhich now
	His brow adorn fruit of the mystic rose, as of that rose the stem the root whence mercy ever flows, the
	Babe of Bethlehem.
	Crown him the
	Son of God, before the worlds began, and ye who tread where he hath trod, crown him the
	Son of Man who every grief hath knownthat wrings the human breast, and takes and bears them for
	His own, that all in him may rest.
	Crown him the
	Lord of life, who triumphed over the grave, and rose victorious in the strifefor those he came to save.
	His glories now we sing, who died, and rose on high, who died eternal life to bring, and lives that death may die.
	Crown him the
	Lord of peace, whose power a scepter swaysfrom pole to pole, that wars may cease, and all be prayer and praise. his reign shall know no end, and round his piercè d feetfair flowers of paradise extendtheir fragrance ever sweet.
	Crown him the
	Lord of love, behold his hands and side, those wounds, yet visible above, in beauty glorified.
	No angel in the skycan fully bear that sight, but downward bends his burning eyeat mysteries so bright.
	Crown him the
	Lord of Heaven, enthroned in worlds above, crown him the
	King to whom is giventhe wondrous name of
	Love. Crown him with many crowns, as thrones before him fall
	Crown him, ye kings, with many crowns, for he is
	King of all.
	Crown him the
	Lord of lords, who over all doth reign, who once on earth, the incarnate
	Word, for ransomed sinners slain, now lives in realms of light, where saints with angels singtheir songs before him day and night, their
	God, Redeemer,
	King. Crown him the
	Lord of years, the
	Potentate of time,
	Creator of the rolling spheres, ineffably sublime. all hail,
	Redeemer, hail!
	For thou has died for me thy praise and glory shall not failthroughout eternity.

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