The Name, the Name o'er every name

In earth or heaven above,

Let babes' and sucklings' lips proclaim

And youth adore and love.

Jesus, the Son of God most high,

Whose image he express'd,

The fullness of the Deity,

In flesh made manifest:--

Jesus, the Son of Man became,

Assumed our mortal breath,

Endured the cross, despised the shame,

And pour'd His soul in death.

Jesus, omnipotent to save,

Then triumph'd gloriously;

O Death! where is thy sting? O Grave!

Where is thy victory?

Redemption in His blood begins,

In His atonement ends;

He saves His people from their sins;

Who would not be His friends?

To God the Father's glory, now,

Jesus, Thy name we bless;

Let every knee before it bow,

And every tongue confess.