All hail the power of Jesus’ name;

Let angels prostrate fall!

Bring forth the royal diadem,

And crown him Lord of all!

Ye 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!

Ye Gentile sinners, ne’er forget

The wormwood and the gall;

Go, spread your trophies at his feet,

And crown him Lord of all!

Let ev’ry kindred, ev’ry tribe,

On this terrestrial ball,

To him all majesty ascribe,

And crown him Lord of all!

O that with yonder sacred throng,

We at his feet may fall;

We’ll join the everlasting song,

And crown him Lord of all!