45. Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious
Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious, See the ‘Man of Sorrows’ now
From the fight return victorious: Very 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 crown 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, the brusts of acclamation! Hark, those loud triumphant chords
Jesus takes the highest station, Oh, what joy the sight affords!
Crown Him! crown Him! “King of kings, and Lord of lords”