1 Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious:
see the Man of sorrows now!
from the fight returned victorious,
ev'ry knee to Him shall bow.
Crown Him! Crown Him!
Crown Him! Crown Him!
Crowns become the victor's brow.
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 Him! Crown Him!
Crown the Savior King of kings.
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!
Crown Him! Crown Him!
Spread abroad the victor's fame.
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!
Crown Him! Crown Him!
King of kings and Lord of lords!
