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 CHOSEN KING
   THROUGH ALL ETERNITY.
  
   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.
  
   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.