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!
      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 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!
      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!
      Crown Him! Crown Him!
      King of kings, and Lord of lords!