Look, ye saints! the sight is glorious:
See
the Man of Sorrows now;
From
the fight returned victorious,
Every
knee to Him shall bow;
Crown
Him, crown Him,
Crown
Him, crown Him,
Crowns
become the Victor’s brow,
Crowns
become the Victor’s brow.
2
Crown
the Savior! angels, crown Him;
Rich
the trophies Jesus brings;
On
the seat of power enthrone Him,
While
the vault of heaven rings;
Crown
Him, crown Him,
Crown
Him, crown Him,
Crown
the Savior King of kings,
Crown
the Savior King of kings.
3
Sinners
in derision scorned Him,
Mocking
thus the Savior’s claim;
Saints
and angels crowd around Him,
Own
His title, praise His name;
Crown
Him, crown Him,
Crown
Him, crown Him,
Spread
abroad the Victor’s fame,
Spread
abroad the Victor’s fame.
4
Hark,
those bursts of acclamation!
Hark,
those loud triumphant chords!
Jesus
takes the highest station;
O
what joy the sight affords!
Crown
Him, crown Him,
Crown
Him, crown Him,
King
of kings and Lord of lords!
King
of kings and Lord of lords!