All hail the power of Jesus’ name!

Let angels prostrate fall;

Bring forth the royal diadem,

And crown him Lord of all.

2 Crown him, you martyrs of our God,

Who from his altar call;

Extol the stem of Jesse’s rod,

And crown him Lord of all.

3 You chosen seed of Israel’s race,

A remnant weak and small,

Hail him who saves you by his grace,

And crown him Lord of all.

4 You gentle sinners, ne’er forget

The wormwood and the gall;

Go, spread your trophies at his feet,

And crown him Lord of all.

5 Babes, men, and sires, who know his love,

Who feel your sin and thrall,

Now join with all the hosts above,

And crown him Lord of all.

6 Let every kindred, every tribe,

On this terrestrial ball,

To him all majesty ascribe,

And crown him Lord of all.

7 O that with yonder sacred throng

We at his feet may fall!

We’ll join the everlasting song,

And crown him Lord of all.