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 Crown Him, crown Him Crown Him, crown Him Crowns become the Victor's brow 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 Him, crown Him Crown Him, crown Him Crown the Savior, King of kings Crown the Savior, King of kings Sinners in derision scorned Him Mocking thus the Savior's claim Saints and angels crowd around Him Own His tittle, praise His name Crown Him, crown Him Crown Him, crown Him Crown Him, crown Him Spread abroad the Victor's fame Spread abroad the Victor's fame Hark, those burst of acclamation Hark, those loud triumphant chords Jesus takes the highest station O what joy the sight affords Crown Him, crown Him Crown Him, crown Him Crown Him, crown Him King of kings and Lord of lords King of kings and Lord of lords