Shelly Moore crown him

Look to the light, the sight is glorious
See the man of sorrows reigns
Join with the heavenly chorus
Singing all the same refrain
Holy is Lamb who was slain
Holy is Lion who reigns
O, Crown Him, Crown Him
The Conqueror of death before us
Plunged under His fountain stream
Redeeming blood rushes over us
With this grace that finds us clean