1. Look, ye saints! the sight is glorious;
See the Man of Sorrows now!
From the fight return victorious,
Every knee to Him shall bow;
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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;
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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;
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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!
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King of kings, and Lord of lords!