LOOK, YE SAINTS! THE SIGHT IS GLORIOUS
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
power 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.
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