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!
Crown Him! Crown Him!
Crowns become the Victor's brow
Crown the Saviour, angels, crown Him
Rich the trophies Jesus brings
In the seat of power enthrone Him
While the vault of heaven rings
Crown Him! Crown Him!
Crown Him! Crown Him!
Crown the Saviour, King of kings!
Sinners in derision crowned Him
Mocking thus the Saviour's claim
Saints and angels throng around Him
Own His title, praise His name
Crown Him! Crown Him!
Crown Him! Crown Him!
Spread abroad the Victor's fame
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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!
Crown Him! Crown Him!
King of kings, and Lord of lords!
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