Crown Him the Lord of Love, behold His hands and side
Rich 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
Crown him the Lord of life who triumphed o'er 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
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 me
And hail Him as thy matchless king through all eternity
With yonder sacred throng, we at His feet may fall
We'll join the everlasting song, and crown Him Lord of all
We'll join the everlasting song, and crown Him Lord
Crown Him Lord, we'll crown Him Lord of all
