Look, Ye saints by Thomas Kelly
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 Savior! 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 the Savior King of kings.
Sinners in derision crowned Him,
Mocking thus the Savior’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 king and Lord of lords!
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