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Crown Him Our Christ
Crown Him, Our Christ! When the saints march forward Win the spiritual warfare in their bid To prevail against the bits Of don'ts When heart- darkened sinners Are saved,transformed Are able to abide by the nook Of the do's We can with every confidence Rock our regal swivel chairs And say Christ has done it all! Let's crown Him with many crowns! When the balm of Gilead avails To quench the crest of woes The Eastwind blows When the stream of Beulah flows Into your deserted bosom When Storms become stillborn In the ocean's womb By the voice Divine uttered By our Saviour. When your foes Bolt with their hoes From your glorious And blessed Eden They feel acrid fire Behold how bitter the pangs Of hell throes! When many a sinner's heart begin To melt into cushion As many a sermon penetrate Therein hook, sinker and line. When the aroma of a victor's ointment We smell Thus have we every reason to say, Let's crown Him with many crowns! When Satan's big head Is finally crushed into powder And he loses complete interest In our Bridegroom's dower When to the Heavens We all rise at last And soar through the pearly gates With yonder brethren In a ride of billion sevens We shall all wonder Shout and say, Let's crown Him with many crowns! By Ebenezer K N Baiden- Amissah
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