Luyện nghe bài hát Crown Him With Many Crowns

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

Crown him the Son,
the God born,
whose arm crimson trophies won
which now His adorn;
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 he hath trod,
him the Son of Man;
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 triumphed the grave,
and rose in the strife
for he came to save.
His now we sing,
who died, and on high,
who died eternal to bring,
and lives death may die.

him the Lord of peace,
whose a scepter sways
from to pole, that wars may cease,
and all be and praise.
his shall 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 fully that sight,
but downward bends his eye
at so bright.

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

him the Lord of lords,
who over all reign,
who on earth, the incarnate Word,
for sinners slain,
now lives in of light,
where saints with sing
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 praise and glory shall not
eternity.