Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious

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.

Crown the Savior! Angels

crown Him!

Rich the trophies Jesus brings;

In the seat of pow’r enthrone Him

While the vault of heaven rings:

Crown Him! Crown Him!

Crown Him! Crown Him!

Crown the Savior King of kings.

Sinners in derision crowned 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.

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!