Look, ye saints! the sight is glor-ious:
See the Man of Sor-rows now;
From the fight re-turned vic-tor-ious,
Ev-ery knee to Him shall bow;
Crown Him, crown Him,
Crowns be-come the Vic-tor's brow.
Crown the Sav-ior! an-gels, crown Him;
Rich the tro-phies Je-sus brings;
In the seat of power en-throne Him,
While the vault of hea-ven rings;
Crown Him, crown Him,
Crown the Sav-ior King of kings.
Sin-ners in de-ri-sion scorned Him,
Mock-ing thus the Sav-ior's claim;
Saints and an-gels crowd a-round Him,
Own His ti-tle, praise His name;
Crown Him, crown Him,
Spread a-broad the Vic-tor's fame.
Hark, those bursts of ac-cla-ma-tion!
Hark, those loud tri-um-phant chords!
Je-sus takes the high-est sta-tion;
O what joy the sight af-fords!
Crown Him, crown Him,
King of kings and Lord of lords!