147. Look, ye saints! The sight is glorious

1 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.

2 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!

3 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!

4 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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First Line: Look, ye saints! The sight is glorious
Author: Thomas Kelly (1769-1855)
Language: English
Publication Date: 1986
Topic: The Lord Jesus Christ: Resurrection and ascension
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