Crown The Saviour
Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious, See the Man of sorrows now; From the flight returned victorious, Every knee to him shall bow; Crown Him, crown Him! Crowns become the Victor's brow.
Crown the Saviour, 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 Saviour King of kings.
Sinners in derision crowned 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.
– by Thomas Kelly