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


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