by marilynn hughes
Crown him the Lord of life,who triumphed o'er the grave,and rose victorious in the strifefor 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 peace,whose power a scepter swaysfrom pole to pole, that wars may cease,and all be prayer and praise.His reign shall know no end,and round his pierced feetfair flowers of paradise extendtheir fragrance ever sweet.
Crown him the Lord of love;behold his hands and side,those wounds, yet visible above,in beauty glorified.All hail, Redeemer, hail!For thou hast died for me;thy praise and glory shall not failthroughout eternity.”
Matthew Bridges, 1852, and Godfrey Thring, 1874. Music: George Elvey, 1868 An Out-of-Body Travel Book