(Part of a series singing through the hymnbook I grew up with: Great Hymns of the Faith)
Look, ye saints! the sight is glorious; See the Man of Sorrows now;
From the fight returned victorious, Ev’ry knee to Him shall bow;
Crown Him! crown Him! 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 the Savior King of kings.
Sinners in the derision crowed Him, Mocking thus the Savior’s claim;
Saints and angels crowd around Him, Own His title, praise His name:
Crown Him! crown Him! Spread abroad the Victory’s fame!
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! King of kings and Lord of lords!