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Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious;
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| 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; |
| | Crown Him! Crown Him! |
| | Crown Him! Crown Him! |
| | Crowns become the Victor's brow. |
| 2. | 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 the Savior King of kings. |
| 3. | 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! |
| | Crown Him! Crown Him! |
| | 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! |
| | Crown Him! Crown Him! |
| | Crown Him! Crown Him! |
| | King of kings, and Lord of lords! |