The Voice of Praise ‎#244

244. 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 heavenly concave 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 burst of acclamation!
Hark! those loud, triumphant chords!
Jesus takes the highest station;
Oh, what joy the sight affords!
Crown him, crown him,
King of kings and Lord of lords.

Text Information

• First Line: Look, ye saints:--the sight is glorious
• Author: Kelly
• Meter: 8s, 7s, & 4s
• Publication Date: 1873
• Topic: Christ: Intercession and Reign; Coronation of the King of Kings

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