Luyện nghe bài hát Crown Him With Many Crowns

Crown him many crowns,
the upon his throne.
Hark! How the heavenly drowns
all but its own.
Awake, my soul, and of him
who for thee,
and hail him as thy matchless
all eternity.

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

him the Son of God,
before the began,
and ye who tread where he trod,
crown him the Son of
who every grief hath
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 victorious in the
for he came to save.
His now we sing,
who died, and on high,
who eternal life to bring,
and lives that may die.

him the Lord of peace,
whose a scepter sways
from pole to pole, wars may cease,
and all be and praise.
his shall know no end,
and his piercd feet
flowers of paradise extend
their ever sweet.

him the Lord of love,
behold his and side,
wounds, yet visible 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,
him the King to whom is given
the wondrous of Love.
Crown him many crowns,
as before him fall;
him, ye kings, with many crowns,
for he is of all.

him the Lord of lords,
who all doth reign,
who on earth, the incarnate Word,
for ransomed slain,
now in realms of light,
where saints with angels
their before 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 praise and glory not fail
eternity.