Sunday Hymn: Look, Ye Saints, the Sight Is Glorious

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,
Crowns become the Vic­tor’s brow.

Crown the Sav­ior! 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 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 ti­tle, praise His name;
Crown Him, crown Him,
Crown Him, crown Him,
Spread abroad the Vic­tor’s fame,
Spread abroad the Vic­tor’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,
Crown Him, crown Him,
King of kings and Lord of lords!
King of kings and Lord of lords!

—Thomas Kelly