Crown him with many crowns

1. Crown Him with many crowns, 
the Lamb upon His throne. 
Hark! How the heavenly anthem drowns 
all music but its own. 
Awake, my soul, and sing 
of Him who died for thee, 
and hail Him as thy matchless King 
through all eternity. 

2. Crown Him the virgin’s Son, 
the God incarnate born, 
whose arm those crimson trophies won 
which 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. 

3. 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 known 
that wrings the human breast, 
and takes and bears them for His own, 
that all in Him may rest. 

4. Crown Him the Lord of life, 
who triumphed over the grave, 
and rose victorious in the strife 
for 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. 

5. Crown Him the Lord of peace, 
whose power a scepter sways 
from pole to pole, that wars may cease, 
and all be prayer and praise. 
His reign shall know no end, 
and round His piercèd feet 
fair flowers of paradise extend 
their fragrance ever sweet. 

6. Crown Him the Lord of love, 
behold His hands and side, 
those wounds, yet visible above, 
in beauty glorified. 
No angel in the sky 
can fully bear that sight, 
but downward bends his burning eye 
at mysteries so bright. 

7. Crown Him the Lord of Heaven, 
enthroned in worlds above, 
crown Him the King to Whom is given t
he 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. 

8. 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 sing 
their songs before Him day and night, 
their God, Redeemer, King. 

9. 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 fail 
throughout eternity.

Now Israel´s hope in triumph ends

1. Now Israel’s hope in triumph ends, 
with angels’ glorious song ascends 
a star of heavenly splendor. 
O’er Bethlehem it shineth bright, 
all people guided by its light, 
shall come and homage render. 
Great light, 
bright light, 
now descendeth, 
darkness endeth, 
day beginneth; 
light to all the world it bringeth. 

2. Among us dwells in truth and grace 
the hidden God, who loves our race; 
he brought us all salvation. 
The glory of the Son we see, 
the only Son’s true majesty, 
and bow in adoration. 
Draw near 
and hear, 
every nation now salvation 
God bestoweth
and His love and mercy showeth. 

3. Rejoice, my soul, and bless His Name 
who to the lost and fallen came 
to open Heaven’s portals. 
Rejoice that God will mercy show, 
the broken covenant renew 
with us poor sinful mortals. 
Now be 
glory 
ever given 
God in Heaven; 
peace unending 
be to earth from Heaven descending.