Verse 1
Look, ye saints! the sight is
glorious;
See the Man of Sorrows now
From the fight return victorious,
Ev’ry knee to Him shall bow:
Crown Him! crown Him!
Crowns become the victor’s brow
Verse 2
Crown the Saviour! 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 Saviour, King of Kings.
Verse 3
Sinners in derision crowned Him,
Mocking thus the Saviour’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!
Thomas Kelly.