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!