Look, Ye Saints, the Sight Is Glorious

Verse 1

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! Crowns become the Victor's brow.

Verse 2

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 the Savior King of kings.

Verse 3

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! Spread abroad the Victor's fame!

Verse 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! King of kings, and Lord of lords!