Thomas Kelly (1769–1854)

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.

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!

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.

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!