How I love to think about the ascension of Christ to the right hand of the Father, where he receives the glory due to him for completing the work of salvation for his people, he wields the scepter over the entire universe as Lord and Christ, and yet continues to minister to his saints – interceding on our behalf, calling us to himself through his Word, and comforting us with his presence! I rarely hear this beautiful, soul-strengthening doctrine of the majesty of Christ being emphasized in Biblical teaching, because I think we would rather have a weak Jesus who is at the mercy of powerful sinners. The New Testament blasts away at such a thought! Listen to John Calvin describe the ascension of Christ, and then read the words of one of my favorite hymns, “Crown Him with Many Crowns,” and see if the thought of the exalted Christ does not thrill your heart this morning! “His praise and glory shall not fail through all eternity!”
“You see to what end he is seated, namely that all creatures both in Heaven and earth should reverence his majesty, be ruled by his hand, do him implicit homage, and submit to his power. All that the apostles intend, when they so often mention his seat at the Father’s hand, is to teach, that everything is at his disposal.” (Calvin, Institutes, II.16.15)
Crown Him with many crowns, the Lamb upon His throne.
Hark! How the heavenly anthem drowns all music but its own.
Awake, my soul, and sing of Him who died for thee,
And hail Him as thy matchless King through all eternity.
Crown Him the virgin’s Son, the God incarnate born,
Whose arm those crimson trophies won which now His brow adorn;
Fruit of the mystic rose, as of that rose the stem;
The root whence mercy ever flows, the Babe of Bethlehem.
Crown Him the Son of God, before the worlds began,
And ye who tread where He hath trod, crown Him the Son of Man;
Who every grief hath known that wrings the human breast,
And takes and bears them for His own, that all in Him may rest.
Crown Him the Lord of life, who triumphed over the grave,
And rose victorious in the strife for those He came to save.
His glories now we sing, who died, and rose on high,
Who died eternal life to bring, and lives that death may die.
Crown Him the Lord of peace, whose power a scepter sways
From pole to pole, that wars may cease, and all be prayer and praise.
His reign shall know no end, and round His piercèd feet
Fair flowers of paradise extend their fragrance ever sweet.
Crown Him the Lord of love, behold His hands and side,
Those wounds, yet visible above, in beauty glorified.
No angel in the sky can fully bear that sight,
But downward bends his burning eye at mysteries so bright.
Crown Him the Lord of Heaven, enthroned in worlds above,
Crown Him the King to Whom is given the wondrous name of Love.
Crown Him with many crowns, as thrones before Him fall;
Crown Him, ye kings, with many crowns, for He is King of all.
Crown Him the Lord of lords, who over all doth reign,
Who once on earth, the incarnate Word, for ransomed sinners slain,
Now lives in realms of light, where saints with angels sing
Their songs before Him day and night, their God, Redeemer, King.
Crown Him the Lord of years, the Potentate of time,
Creator of the rolling spheres, ineffably sublime.
All hail, Redeemer, hail! For Thou has died for me;
Thy praise and glory shall not fail throughout eternity.
(Words by Matthew Bridges, 1852 and Godfrey Thring, 1874)