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 Lord of life,
Who triumphed o’er the grave.
And 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.

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 burning eye,
At mysteries so bright.

Crown Him the Lord of peace,
Whose power a sceptre 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.

Crown Him the Lord of years,
The Potentate of time,
Creator of the rolling spheres,
Ineffably sublime!
All hail, Redeemer, hail!
For Thou hast died for me.
Thy praise shall never, never fail,
Throughout eternity.
   Matthew Bridges & Godfrey Thring.
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IMMORTAL, INVISIBLE, God only wise,
In light inaccessible hid from our eyes,
Most blessèd, most glorious, the Ancient of Days,
Almighty, victorious, Thy great name we praise.

Unresting, unhasting, and silent as light,
Nor wanting, nor wasting, Thou rulest in might.
Thy justice like mountains high soaring above
Thy clouds which are fountains of goodness and love.

To all life Thou givest, to both great and small.
In all life Thou livest, the true life of all.
We blossom and flourish as leaves on the tree,
And wither and perish; but naught changeth Thee.

Great Father of glory, pure Father of light,
Thine angels adore Thee, all veiling their sight.
All laud we would render: O help us to see,
’Tis only the splendour of light hideth Thee.

Immortal, invisible, God only wise,
In light inaccessible hid from our eyes,
Most blessèd, most glorious, the Ancient of Days,
Almighty, victorious, Thy great name we praise.
          Walter Chalmers Smith.
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O WORSHIP THE KING,
All glorious above.
O gratefully sing
His power and His love.
Our Shield and Defender,
The Ancient of Days,
Pavilioned in splendour,
And girded with praise.

O tell of His might,
O sing of His grace,
Whose robe is the light,
Whose canopy space.
His chariots of wrath
The deep thunder-clouds form,
And dark is His path,
On the wings of the storm.

The earth, with its store
Of wonders untold,
Almighty, Thy power
Hath founded of old;
Hath ’stablished it fast,
By a changeless decree,
And round it hath cast,
Like a mantle, the sea.

Thy bountiful care
What tongue can recite?
It breathes in the air,
It shines in the light.
It streams from the hills,
It descends to the plain,
And sweetly distils,
In the dew and the rain.

Frail children of dust,
And feeble as frail,
In Thee do we trust,
Nor find Thee to fail.
Thy mercies how tender,
How firm to the end,
Our Maker, Defender,
Redeemer, and Friend!
     Robert Grant.
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THINE BE THE GLORY,
Risen, conquering Son.
Endless is the victory,
Thou o’er death hast won.
Angels in bright raiment
Rolled the stone away,
Kept the folded graveclothes,
Where Thy body lay.

   Thine be the glory,
   Risen, conquering Son.
   Endless is the victory,
   Thou o’er death hast won!

Lo, Jesus meets us,
Risen from the tomb!
Lovingly He greets us,
Scatters fear and gloom.
Let the church with gladness,
Hymns of triumph sing,
For her Lord now liveth,
Death hath lost its sting.

No more we doubt Thee,
Glorious Prince of life.
Life is naught without Thee:
Aid us in our strife.
Make us more than conquerors,
Through Thy deathless love.
Lead us in Thy triumph,
To Thy home above.
     Edmond Louis Budry.
Contributors;   Revd. Graham Summers, Robert Walpole, Kathryn Grudgings, Jean Stables, Marie Knight, Peter Nelson
Production:   David Carter