Hymn H93

Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious:
See the Man of Sorrows now!
To the earth returned victorious:
Every knee to Him shall bow.
Crown Him, crown Him:
Crowns become the Victor's brow.

Crown the Saviour, Father, 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!

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 burst 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!