Look, ye saints! The sight is glorious,
See the Man of Sorrows now!
From the fight returned victorious,
Ev'ry 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
In the seat of pow'r enthrone him,
While the vault of heavèn rings.
Crown him! Crown him!
Crown the Savior, King of kings.

Sinners n derision crowned him,
mocking thus Messiah's claim
Saints and angels throng around him,
Own his title, praise his name.
Crown him! Crown him!
Spread abroad the victor's fame!

Hark! those burts 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.