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Verse 1

The head, that once was crowned with thorns,
Is crowned with glory now;
A royal diadem adorns
The mighty Victor’s brow.

Verse 2

The highest place that heaven affords
Is his--is his by right;
“The King of kings, and Lord of lords,”
And heaven’s eternal Light.

Verse 3

The joy of all who dwell above,
The joy of all below,
To whom he manifests his love,
And grants his name to know.

Verse 4

To them the cross, with all its shame,
With all its grace, is given;
Their name--an everlasting name;
Their joy--the joy of heaven.

Verse 5

They suffer with their Lord below,
They reign with him above;
Their profit and their joy--to know
The mystery of his love.

Verse 6

The cross he bore is life and health--
Though shame and death to him;
His people’s hope, his people’s wealth,
Their everlasting theme.

Verse 1

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.

Refrain

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.

Verse 2

The heavens 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 every eye,
In the crowning day that’s coming by and by.

Verse 3

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

Verse 4

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

Verse 1

Crown him with many crowns,
The Lamb upon his throne;
Hark! how the heavenly anthem drowns
All music but its own!

Verse 2

Awake, my soul! and sing
Of him who died for thee;
And hail him as thy matchless King,
Through all eternity.

Verse 3

Crown him, the Lord of love!
Behold his hands and side,
Rich wounds, yet visible above
In beauty glorified.

Verse 4

Crown him, the Lord of peace!
Whose power a scepter sways,
From pole to pole, that wars may cease,
Absorbed in prayer and praise.

Verse 5

Crown him, the Lord of years!
The Potentate of time;
Creator of the rolling spheres,
Ineffably sublime!

Verse 1

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.

Refrain

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.

Verse 2

The heavens 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 every eye,
In the crowning day that’s coming by and by.

Verse 3

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

Verse 4

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