"Crown Him with Many Crowns,"
hark, how the heav'nly anthem drowns
and hail him as thy matchless king
whose arm those crimson trophies won
the root whence mercy ever flows,
but downward bend their burning eyes
thy praise and glory shall not fail
Today Christ the King Sunday has arrived! At our church, King of Kings, we will certainly be singing this hymn—all five verses accompanied by our brass choir. This is an annual tradition for us. Just as it is customary to sing "A Mighty Fortress" each Reformation Sunday, so we sing "Crown Him with Many Crowns" as we end another church year.
The last two verses especially celebrate God's victory over death and Christ's eternal reign as Resurrected Lord. As I re-read these verses it is clear to me that I can offer nothing more eloquent than the verses themselves. I will conclude my thoughts at this point and invite you to read and meditate upon verses four and five of "Crown Him with Many
God of power and might, we rejoice on this festival day in the glory and promise of resurrection life. May we live as those who daily sing of your praise and glory. In your precious Name, Amen.