Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious;
See the "Man of Sorrows" now;
Conqueror, he's crowned victorious;
Ev'ry knee to him shall bow.
CHORUS
Hail him! hail him! hail him!
Hail the Saviour, King!
Hail him! hail him! hail him!
Hail him King of kings!
Hail the Saviour! angels, hail him!
Rich the trophies Jesus brings;
In the seat of power crown him,
While the vault of heaven rings.
Sinners in derision crowned him,
Mocking thus the Saviour's claim;
Saints and angels throng around him,
Own his title, praise his name.
Hark! the burst of acclamation!
Hark! these loud triumphant chords!
Jesus takes the highest station;
O! what joy the sight affords!