Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious; See the"Man of Sorrows"now From the fight return victorious: Every knee to Him shall bow !
Crown Him ! crown Him ! Angels, crown Him ! Crown the Saviour "King of kings !"
2. Crown the Saviour ! angels, crown Him! Rich the trophies Jesus brings: In the seat of power enthrone Him, While the vault of heaven rings.
3. Sinners in derision crowned Him, Mocking thus the Saviour's claim; Saints and angels crowd around Him, Own His title, praise His name.
4. Hark the bursts of acclamation ! Hark those loud triumphant chords! Jesus takes the highest station; Oh, what joy the sight affords !