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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 Victor's brow.

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Crown the Savior! Angels, crown Him!

   Rich the trophies Jesus brings;

In the seat of pow'r enthrone Him,

   While the vault of heaven rings:

Crown Him! Crown Him!

   Crown Him! Crown Him!

   Crown the Savior King of kings.

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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!

   Crown Him! Crown Him!

   Spread abroad the Victor's fame.

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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!