Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious:
See the Man of Sorrows now!
To the earth returned victorious:
Every knee to Him shall bow.
Crown Him, Crown Him:
Crowns become the Victor's brow.
Crowns become the Victor's brow.

Crown the Saviour, Father, 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!
Crown the Saviour, King of kings!

Sinners in derision crownd 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.
Spread abroad the Victor's fame.

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, Lord of lords!
King of kings, Lord of lords!

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