And I saw heaven opened, and behold a white horse; and he that sat upon him was called Faithful and True, and in righteousness he doth judge and make war. His eyes were as a flame of fire, and on his head were many crowns; and he had a name written, that no man knew, but he himself (Revelation 19: 11-12). The four and twenty elders fall down before him that sat on the throne, and worship him that liveth for ever and ever, and cast their crowns before the throne, saying, Thou art worthy, O Lord, to receive glory and honour and power: for thou hast created all things, and for thy pleasure they are and were created (Revelation 4:11-12).
Crown Him with Many Crowns has touched me many times from my youth. The song is popular throughout English speaking nations. I was sick this morning and missed my church so I tuned into the radio broadcast from Moody Church in Chicago. The congregation sang this song which I love. The words stayed on my mind and heart all day. I could hardly wait to arrive home from Sunday evening service at my church, Liberty Baptist, to write about Crown Him with Many Crowns.
As I started to give my thoughts and verses that reflect this great hymn, I thought of a person that can present the due about My King better than me, so tonight I offer you a special treat and insight to the many crowns of Christ.
I present to you Dr. S. M. Lockridge’s That’s My King.
Matthew Bridges wrote the lyrics to Crown Him with Many Crowns in 1851. George Elvey wrote the musical tune seventeen years later. It was first published in Hymns Ancient and Modern. (sources: Cyberhymnal, http://www.covlife.org)
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 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 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.
Oh He’s my King. Is he yours? I wonder if you know him tonight? You can. And the Spirit and the bride say, Come. And let him that heareth say, Come. And let him that is athirst come. And whosoever will, let him take the water of life freely (Rev 22:17).