D Bm G D G A7 D A Crown Him with many crowns, the Lamb up-on His throne, A D A Bm D E E7 A E7 A D E E7 A Hark! how the heaven-ly an-them drowns all mu-sic but its own. A7 D A7 D G B E D E A A- wake, my soul, and sing of Him who died for thee, A7 D G D Em A D G D Asus A7 D And hail Him as thy match-less King through all e-ter- ni-ty.