First Line: Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious,

Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious;
See theMan of Sorrowsnow
From the fight return victorious:
Every knee to Him shall bow !

Crown Him ! crown Him !
Angels, crown Him !
Crown the Saviour King of kings !

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.

3 Sinners in derision crowned Him,
Mocking thus the Saviour's claim;
Saints and angels crowd around Him,
Own His title, praise His name.

4 Hark the bursts of acclamation !
Hark those loud triumphant chords!
Jesus takes the highest station;
Oh, what joy the sight affords !