1 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;
On the seat of power enthrone Him,
While the vault of heaven rings;
Crown Him! crown Him!
Crown the Saviour King of kings.
3 Sinners in derision crowned Him,
Mocking thus the Savior's claim;
Saints and angels crowd around Him,
Own His title, praise His Name:
Crown Him! crown Him!
Spread abroad the Victor's fame!
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.
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First Line: | Look, ye saints; the sight is glorious |
Meter: | 8s. 7s. 4s. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1871 |