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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;
    Crowns become the Victor’s brow.
2  Crown the Saviour, saints adore 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!
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;
    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
    King of kings, and Lord of lords!
Thomas Kelly, 1769-1855