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! Crown him!
Crown him! Crown him! Crown him!
Crowns become the victor's brow;
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 vault of heaven rings;
Crown him! Crown him! Crown him!
Crown him! Crown him! Crown him!
Crown the Saviour King of kings;
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!
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!
Crown him! Crown him!
King of kings, and Lord of lords.