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.

2 Crown the Saviour! angels, crown him!

Rich the trophies Jesus brings;

In the seat of power enthrone him,

While the heavenly concert rings,

Crown him! crown him!

Crown the Saviour King of kings.

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 name.

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.