Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious,

See the exalted Savior 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! 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 Savior King of kings.



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!



Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious,

See the exalted Savior now;

From the fight returned victorious,

Every knee to Him shall bow.

Crown Him, Crown Him,

Crowns become the victor's brow.