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.Crown the Savior! angels, crown Him;Rich the trophies Jesus brings;In 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.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.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!
