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Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious;
See the Man of Sorrows now;
From the fight returned victorious,
Ev'ry knee to him shall bow:
Crown him! crown him!
Crowns become the Victor's brow.
Crown the Saviour, 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 the Saviour King of kings.
Sinners in derision crowned him
Mocking thus the Saviour's claim;
Saints and angels crowd around him,
Own his title, praise his Name:
Crown him! crown him!
Spread abroad the Victor's fame!
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!
King of kings, and Lord of lords.
Thomas Kelly, 1809
Tune: Coronae, William H. Monk, 1871
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I'm listening to it right now! It's a pretty melody; much easier to sing than the version of 'All Hail the Power of Jesus' Name' that we sang for the closing hymn today! That was really hard to sing!!! I missed the familiar tune, too.
We are creatures of habit, aren't we?
Yes! That tune to "All Hail the Power of Jesus' Name" was incredibly hard to sing even though it was pretty. And I missed the familiar one too!
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