1 Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious,
See the Man of Sorrows now!
From the fight return'd victorious,
Ev'ry knee to him shall bow:
Crown him, crown him;
Crowns become the Victor's brow;
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;
Crown him, crown him;
Crown the Saviour King of kings.

3 Sinners in derision crown'd 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;
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 the sight affords!
Crown him, crown him
King of kings, and Lord of lords;
Crown him, crown him;
King of kings and Lord of lords.