CROWNS OF GLORY EVER BRIGHT

Crowns of glory ever bright
Rest upon the Victor's head;
Crowns of glory are His right,
His, who liveth, and was dead.
Jesus fought and won the day,
Such a day was never fought;
Well His people now may say,
See what God, our God, has wrought.

He subdued the powers of hell;
In the fight He stood alone;
All His foes before Him fell,
By His single arm o'erthrown.
They have fall'n to rise no more;
Final is the foe's defeat;
Jesus triumphed by His power,
And His triumph is complete.

His the fight, the arduous toil,
His the honours of the day,
His the glory and the spoil,
Jesus bears them all away.
Now proclaim His deeds afar,
Fill the world with His renown;
His alone the Victor's car,
His the everlasting crown.