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;
In 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 Saviour’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 |
Author: | Thomas Kelly (1769-1855) |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1986 |
Topic: | The Lord Jesus Christ: Resurrection and ascension |