Look, Ye Saints, The Sight is Glorious

1.Look, ye saints! the sight is glorious:
see the Man of Sorrows now;
from the fight returned victorious,
every knee to Him shall bow:

Refrain
Crown Him, Crown Him, Angels Crown Him,
Lord the Savior King of kings.
Crown Him, Crown Him, Angels Crown Him,
Lord the Savior King of kings.

2.Sinners in derision crowned Him,
mocking thus the Savior’s claim;
saints and angels crowd around Him,
Own His title, praise His name:

3.Hark, those bursts of acclamation! Hark,
those loud triumphant chords!
Jesus takes the highest station;
O what joy the sight affords!