Crown the Saviour

Look, you saints! There is a glorious sight;
See the Man of sorrows now,
He has returned victorious from the fight;
Every knee will bow before Him.
Crown Him, crown Him!
Crowns be for the victorious One.

Crown the Saviour, angels crown Him;
Rich the treasures Jesus brings;
In the seat of power enthrone Him,
While the saints of heaven sing.
Crown Him, crown Him!
Crown the Saviour King of Kings!

Sinners in confusion crowned Him,
Therefore mocking the Saviour's claim;
Saints and angels crowd around Him
Own His title, praise His name!
Crown Him, crown Him!
Spread everywhere the victor's fame!

Shout, those bursts of acclamation!
Shout, those loud triumphant cries!
Jesus takes the highest ground;
O what joy this sight demands!
Crown Him, crown Him!
King of kings and Lord of lords!

Thomas Kelly 1769-1855 (rephrase by Phoebe).