Luyện nghe bài hát Crown Him With Many Crowns

Crown him with crowns,
the Lamb his throne.
Hark! How the heavenly anthem
all but its own.
Awake, my soul, and of him
who for thee,
and hail him as thy King
all eternity.

Crown him the Son,
the God born,
arm those crimson trophies won
which now His brow
of the mystic rose,
as of that the stem;
the root mercy ever flows,
the of Bethlehem.

him the Son of God,
before the began,
and ye who tread he hath trod,
him the Son of Man;
who every hath known
that wrings the breast,
and and bears them for His own,
all in him may rest.

Crown him the of life,
who over the grave,
and rose in the strife
for those he to save.
His now we sing,
who died, and on high,
who died eternal to bring,
and lives death may die.

Crown him the of peace,
whose power a scepter
pole to pole, that wars may cease,
and all be and praise.
his reign know no end,
and round his feet
fair flowers of extend
their fragrance sweet.

Crown him the of love,
his hands and side,
those wounds, yet above,
in glorified.
No in the sky
can bear that sight,
but bends his burning eye
at so bright.

him the Lord of Heaven,
enthroned in above,
crown him the to whom is given
the wondrous of Love.
Crown him many crowns,
as before him fall;
Crown him, ye kings, with crowns,
for he is of all.

Crown him the of lords,
who all doth reign,
who on earth, the incarnate Word,
for sinners slain,
now in realms of light,
where saints with angels
their songs him day and night,
God, Redeemer, King.

Crown him the of years,
the of time,
of the rolling spheres,
sublime.
all hail, Redeemer, hail!
For thou has for me;
thy and glory shall not fail
eternity.