|Look Ye Saints||66|
|Thomas Kelly, 1809||William Henry Monk, 1871|
Look, ye saints! the sight is glorious ; See the Man of Sorrows now;
From the fight re turned 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;
On the seat of power en-throne him, While the vault of heav - en rings;
Crown him! Crown him! Crown the Saviour King of Kings.
Sinners in derision crowned him, Mocking thus the Saviour's claim ;
Saints and an- gels crowd a -round him, Own his title, praise his name;
Crown him! Crown him! Spread a broad the Victor's fame.
Hark, those bursts of acclamation! Hark, those loud triumphant chords!
Jesus takes the high est station; what joy the sight affords!
Crown him! Crown him! King of kings, and Lord of Lords! Amen