Look, Ye Saints, the Sight Is Glorious |
Thomas Kelly, 1809
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 Savior! Angels, crown Him! | 3. 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!
4. Hark, those bursts of acclamation! |