Come, Thou Conqueror of the nations,
Now on Thy white horse appear;
Earthquakes, famines, desolations
Signify Thy kingdom near:
True and faithful!
Stablish Thy dominion here.

Thine the kingdom, power, and glory;
Thine the ransomed nations are.
Let the heathen fall before Thee,
Let the isles Thy power declare.
Judge and conquer
All mankind in righteous war.

Thee let all mankind admire,
Object of our joy and dread!
Flame Thine eyes with heavenly fire,
Many crowns upon Thy head.
But Thine essence
None, except Thyself, can read.

Yet we know our Mediator,
By the Father’s grace bestowed;
Meanly clothed in human nature,
Thee we call the Word of God.
Flesh Thy garment,
Dipped in Thy own sacred blood.

Captain, God of our salvation,
Thou Who hast the wine press trod,
Borne the Almighty’s indignation,
Quenched the fiercest wrath of God,
Take the kingdom,
Claim the purchase of Thy blood.

On Thy thigh and clothing written,
Show the world Thy heavenly Name,
That, with loving wonder smitten,
All may glorify the Lamb.
All adore Thee,
All the Lord of hosts proclaim.

Honor, glory, and salvation
To the Lord our God we give.
Power, and endless adoration,
Thou art worthy to receive.
Reign triumphant,
King of kings, forever live!

Behold one day a wondrous scene:
There rode a Man of lowly mien,
Along the dusty way, along the dusty way;
The people thronged Him as He passed,
Palm branches in His way they cast,
And cried, “Hosanna to the King, today!”

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Crown Him! Crown Him!
Crown the Savior King of kings;
In your hearts enthrone Him,
Lord and Master own Him;
Crown Him! Crown Him!
While heaven exultant rings;
Crown the blessèd Savior King of kings.

He’s passing by, just as of yore,
And great and small and rich and poor,
Today their Lord deny, today their Lord deny;
Oh, make of Him supremest choice,
And with uplifted heart and voice,
“Hosanna to the King of kings” still cry.

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Soon He is coming back again,
A thousand years on earth to reign;
We’ll see Him by and by, we’ll see Him by and by;
All the redeemed with Him He’ll bring,
Who in their hearts have crowned Him King,
And they shall live and reign with Him on high.

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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.

Crown Him the Lord of life, who triumphed over 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 peace, whose power a scepter 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 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 Heaven, enthroned in worlds above,
Crown Him the King to Whom is given the wondrous name of Love.
Crown Him with many crowns, as thrones before Him fall;
Crown Him, ye kings, with many crowns, for He is King of all.

Crown Him the Lord of lords, who over all doth reign,
Who once on earth, the incarnate Word, for ransomed sinners slain,
Now lives in realms of light, where saints with angels sing
Their songs before Him day and night, their God, Redeemer, King.

Crown Him the Lord of years, the Potentate of time,
Creator of the rolling spheres, ineffably sublime.
All hail, Redeemer, hail! For Thou has died for me;
Thy praise and glory shall not fail throughout eternity.

Our Lord is now rejected,
And by the world disowned,
By the many still neglected,
And by the few enthroned,
But soon He’ll come in glory,
The hour is drawing nigh,
For the crowning day is coming by and by.

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Oh, the crowning day is coming,
Is coming by and by,
When our Lord shall come “in power,”
And “glory” from on high.
Oh, the glorious sight will gladden,
Each waiting, watchful eye,
In the crowning day that’s coming by and by.

The heav’ns shall glow with splendor,
But brighter far than they
The saints shall shine in glory,
As Christ shall them array,
The beauty of the Savior,
Shall dazzle ev’ry eye,
For the crowning day is coming by and by.

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Our pain shall then be over,
We’ll sit and sigh no more,
Behind us all of sorrow,
And naught but joy before,
A joy in our Redeemer,
As we to Him are nigh,
For the crowning day that’s coming by and by.

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Let all that look for, hasten
The coming joyful day,
By earnest consecration,
To walk the narrow way,
By gath’ring in the lost ones,
For whom our Lord did die,
For the crowning day that’s coming by and by.

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We’ll shout and sing our Redeemer’s praise,
Contending for the truth and right;
We’ll crown Him King in every heart,
And conquer in Jehovah’s might.

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Crown Him, we’ll crown Him,
Crown the blessèd Savior Lord of all;
We’ll crown Him, yes, crown Him,
Crown the blessèd Savior Lord of all.

Tho’ the hosts of sin should about us camp,
We’ll shout and sing the victor’s song;
For Christ, our Savior, within us dwells,
To save and keep us from the wrong.

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To Christ all power on earth is giv’n,
See now His mighty scepter’s sway;
While others dream of an age to come,
He’s reigning in our hearts today.

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Soon Christ shall come with the trumpet sound,
To raise the dead from land and sea;
Then we shall meet Him in the air,
And reign with Him eternally.

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O heavenly Word, eternal Light,
Begotten of the Father’s might,
Who, in these latter days, art born
For succor to a world forlorn;

Our hearts enlighten from above,
And kindle with Thine own true love;
That we, who hear Thy call today,
May cast earth’s vanities away.

And when as Judge Thou drawest nigh,
The secrets of all hearts to try;
When sinners meet their awful doom,
And saints attain their heavenly home;

O let us not, for evil past,
Be driven from Thy face at last;
But with the blessèd evermore
Behold Thee, love Thee, and adore.

To God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit, Three in One,
Praise, honor, might and glory be
From age to age eternally.

O King of kings, O Lord of hosts, whose throne is lifted high
Above the nations of the earth, the armies of the sky,
The spirits of perfected saints may give their nobler songs
And we, Thy children, worship Thee, to Whom all praise belongs.

Thy hand has hid within our fields treasures of countless worth;
The light, the suns of other years, shine from the depths of earth;
The very dust, inbreathed by Thee, the clods all cold and dead,
Wake into beauty and to life, to give Thy children bread.

Thou Who hast sown the sky with stars, and set Thy thoughts in gold,
Hast crowned our nation’s life, and ours, with blessings manifold;
Thy mercies have been numberless; Thy love, Thy grace, Thy care,
Were wider than our utmost need, and higher than our prayer.

O King of kings, O Lord of hosts, our fathers’ God and ours!
Be with us in the future years; and if the tempest lowers,
Look through the cloud with light of love, and smile our tears away
And lead us through the brightening years to Heaven’s eternal day.