157.  Hail The King!

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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!

2
Hail the Saviour! angels, hail him!
Rich the trophies Jesus brings;
In the seat of power crown him,
While the vault of heaven rings.

3
Sinners in derision crowned him,
Mocking thus the Saviour’s claim;
Saints and angels throng around him,
Own his title, praise his name.

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Hark! the burst of acclamation!
Hark! these loud triumphant chords!
Jesus takes the highest station;
O! what joy the sight affords!