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.
Crown the Savior! Saints adore Him
Rich the trophies Jesus brings;
In the seat of power enthrone Him,
Crown Him, Crown Him
Crown the Savior King of kings.
Sinners in disdain they crowned Him!
Mocking this the Savior's claim!
Saints and angels crowd around Him,
Crown Him, Crown Him
Spread abroad the Victor's fame!
Hark, the 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!