Crown Him with Many Crowns Jim Brickman

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 matchless King
Through all eternity

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