His eyes were as a flame of fire, and on His head were many crowns. Revelation 19:12
Words: Benjamin Beddome (1717–1795). Published posthumously in Hymns Adapted to Public Worship (London: Burton & Briggs, 1818), number 702.
Triumphs of the Saviour.
If you know where to get a good picture of Beddome (head & shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels),
Go forth, ye saints, behold your Lord,
With radiant glory crowned;
The wondrous progress of His Word
Shall spread His fame around.
Where’er the sun begins its race,
Or stops its swift career,
Both east and west shall own His grace,
And Christ be honored there.
Ten thousand crowns, encircling show
The victories He has won;
Oh may His conquests ever grow,
While time its course shall run.
Ride forth, Thou mighty Conqueror, ride,
And millions more subdue;
Destroy our unbelief and pride,
And we will crown Thee too.