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!