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 Crown 111 111 the Lord of Ijovo :

Behold his hands and side, llich wounds yet visible above

In beauty glorified :

No angel in the sky

Can fully bear that sight, But downward bends liis burning eye

��At mysteries so bright.

��Crown liim the ^'irgin's Son,

The God Incarnate born, Whose arm those crimson trojjhies won

M'hich now his brow udorn :

Fruit of the mystic Kose,

As of that Hose the Stem ; The l?oot whence mercy ever flows,

The Babe of Bethlehem.

��Crown him the Lord of Peace : AMiose power a sceptre sways

From 2>ole to pole, that wars may cease, And all be prayer and praise : His reign shall know no end, And round his pierced 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, IneiTably sublime, .Ml hail, lledeemer, hail ! For tliou hast died for mc ;

Thy praise shall never, never fail Throuirhout cleruitv.

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