| Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907. | | | | II. “Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious” | | By Thomas Kelly (1769–1854) |
| | | 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: | 5 |
| Crowns become the Victor’s brow. | |
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| Crown the Saviour, angels crown Him; | |
| Rich the trophies Jesus brings; | |
| In the seat of power enthrone Him, | |
| While the vault of heaven rings. | 10 |
| Crown Him, crown Him: | |
| Crown the Saviour, King of kings! | |
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| Sinners in derision crowned Him, | |
| Mocking thus the Saviour’s claim; | |
| Saints and angels crowd around Him, | 15 |
| Own His title, praise His name. | |
| Crown Him, crown Him: | |
| Spread abroad the Victor’s fame. | |
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| Hark, those bursts of acclamation! | |
| Hark, those loud triumphant chords! | 20 |
| Jesus takes the highest station: | |
| O what joy the sight affords! | |
| Crown Him, crown Him, | |
| King of kings, and Lord of lords! | | | | |
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