1 Saints, behold! The sight is glorious--
See the man of sorrows now,
From the fight returned victorious!
Ev'ry knee to him shall bow.
Crown him! Crown him!
Crowns become the victor's brow.

2 Crown the Savior! Angels, crown him!
Rich the trophies Jesus brings;
On the seat of pow'r enthrone him
While the vault of heaven rings.
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,
Proud to glorify his name.
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;
Oh, what joy beyond all words!
Crown him! Crown him!
King of kings and Lord of lords!