1 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,
Crown him, crown him;
Crowns become the Victor's brow;
Crowns become the Victor 's brow.
2 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 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 throng around him,
Own his title, praise his name.
Crown him, crown him,
Crown him, crown him;
Spread abroad the Victor's fame;
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;
King of kings, and Lord of lords.