All hail the power of Jesus’ Name!

Let angels prostrate fall;

Bring forth the royal diadem,

And crown Him Lord of all.

Ye seed of Israel’s chosen race,

Ye ransomed from the fall,

Hail Him, who saves you by His grace,

And crown Him Lord of all.

Hail Him, ye heirs of David’s line,

Whom David Lord did call;

The Lord incarnate, Man divine,

And crown Him Lord of all.

Sinners, whose love can ne’er forget

The wormwood and the gall;

Go, spread your trophies at His feet,

And crown Him Lord of all.

Let every kindred, every 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.