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 Savior, angels, crown Him;
rich the trophies Jesus brings;
in the seat of pow'r enthrone Him,
while the vault of heaven rings.
Crown Him! Crown Him!
Crown the Savior 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!
Source: Psalms and Hymns to the Living God #293
First Line: | Look, ye saints; the sight is glorious |
Title: | Look, Ye Saints, the Sight Is Glorious |
Author: | Thomas Kelly (1809) |
Meter: | 8.7.8.7.8.7 |
Language: | English |
Notes: | Spanish translation: See "Ved al Cristo, Rey de gloria" |
Copyright: | Public Domain |