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.
Crown the Saviour, saints adore 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!
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!
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!
Thomas Kelly, 1769-1855