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, angels crown Him;

Rich the trophies Jesus brings;

On the seat of power enthrone Him,

While the vault of heaven rings;

Crown Him! Crown Him!

Crown the Savior King of kings.

Sinners in derision crowned Him,

Mocking thus Messiah's claim;

Saints and angels crowd around Him,

Own his title, praise his Name:

Crown Him! Crown Him!

Spread abroad the Victor's fame!

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.