Look, ye saints! the sight is glorious: See the Man of Sorrows now; From the fight returned victorious, Every knee to Him shall bow:
Refrain: Crown Him, crown Him, angels crown Him! Crown the Savior King of kings; Crown Him, crown Him, angels crown Him! Crown the Savior King of kings.
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:
Sinners in derision crowned Him, Mocking thus the Savior’s claim; Saints and angels crowd around Him, Sing His title, praise His name:
Hark, those bursts of acclamation! Hark, those loud triumphant chords! Jesus takes the highest station; Oh, what joy the sight affords!
