Look, Ye Saints, the Sight Is Glorious

Congregational singing
Metropolitan Tabernacle, London
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;
Crowns become the Victor’s brow.
Crown the Saviour, saints adore 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!
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!
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!

Congregational singing
Capitol Hill Baptist Church – Washington, D.C.
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,
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 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,
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,
King of kings and Lord of lords!

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