Revelation 19:12 …on his head were many
crowns…
“In capito ejus diademata multa. Apoc. xix. 12” headed this hymn by Matthew Bridges in his Hymns of the Heart, 2nd edition, in 1851. There have been alterations and additions. I am unsure of the relationship of the representative text below to the original, which had six 8-line stanzas.
George Job Elvey composed Diademata for Bridges’s short meter hymn, and this was first published in the 1868 appendix to Hymns Ancient and Modern.
1. 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.
2. 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.
3. Crown him the Lord of love;
Behold his hands and side,
Rich wounds, yet visible above,
In beauty glorified;
No angels in the skies
Can fully bear that sight,
But downward bends their burning eyes
At mysteries so bright.
4. 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.
“In capito ejus diademata multa. Apoc. xix. 12” headed this hymn by Matthew Bridges in his Hymns of the Heart, 2nd edition, in 1851. There have been alterations and additions. I am unsure of the relationship of the representative text below to the original, which had six 8-line stanzas.
George Job Elvey composed Diademata for Bridges’s short meter hymn, and this was first published in the 1868 appendix to Hymns Ancient and Modern.
1. 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.
2. 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.
3. Crown him the Lord of love;
Behold his hands and side,
Rich wounds, yet visible above,
In beauty glorified;
No angels in the skies
Can fully bear that sight,
But downward bends their burning eyes
At mysteries so bright.
4. 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.
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