All hail the pow’r of Jesus’ Name! Let angels prostrate fall; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown Him Lord of all; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown Him Lord of all.
Let highborn seraphs tune the lyre, And as they tune it, fall Before His face Who tunes their choir, And crown Him Lord of all; Before His face Who tunes their choir, And crown Him Lord of all.
Crown Him, ye martyrs of your God, Who from His altar call; Extol the Stem of Jesse’s Rod, And crown Him Lord of all; Extol the Stem of Jesse’s Rod, 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 Who saves you by His grace, And crown Him Lord of all.
Let every tribe and every tongue Before Him prostrate fall, And shout in universal song The crowned Lord of all; And shout in universal song The crowned Lord of all.
Sources:
Faith Publishing House, Echoes from Heaven, 1976 (88)
The Gospel Trumpet Company, Select Hymns, 1911 (268)
