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 crown him crown him crowns become the victors 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 him crown him crown the saviour king of kings  sinners in derision crowned him mocking thus the saviours claim saints and angels throng around him own his title praise his name crown him crown him crown him crown him spread abroad the victors 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 crown him crown him king of kings and lord of lords 