Verse 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.
Verse 2
Crown the Saviour! 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 Saviour King of kings.
Verse 3
Sinners in derision crowned Him, Mocking thus the Saviour'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.
Verse 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!