Crown him with many crowns

170 Diademata. S. M. D.

1. Crown Him with many crowns,
   The Lamb upon His throne;
   Hark! How the heav’nly 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 Lord of life!
   Who triumphed o’er the grave,
   Who 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.

3. 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.

4. 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 wond’ring eye
   At mysteries so bright.
                         Matthew Bridges
                         and Godfrey Thring
                         The Methodist Hymnal 1939 edition

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This hymn has many variations and verses. The version that Debbie and I like best adds these verses:

Crown Him the Lord of Heav’n,
   enthroned in worlds above,
   Crown Him the king to whom is giv’n
   the 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 sing
   Their 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 fail
   throughout eternity.

And Cyberhymnal adds two I had never seen before:

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.

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.

And the variation on the what the angels in the sky do and why varies all over the place. Another question: Who wrote which verses? It's not clear, but according to hymnary.org, the hymn occurs in 713 hymnals attributed at least partially to Bridges, but only 143 attribute it to Thring. Not worth pursuing further, but it is curious.
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