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 return’d victorious,
	Ev’ry knee to Him shall bow:
	Crown Him, Crown Him:
	Crowns become the Victor’s brow.

2	Crown the Saviour’s angels, crown Him!
	Rich the trophies Jesus brings;
	In the seat of power enthrone Him,
	While the vault of heaven rings:
	Crown Him, crown Him!
	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:
	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:
	Oh, what joy the sight affords!
	Crown Him, crown Him!
	King of kings, and Lord of lords.

								T. Kelly