1 All hail the power 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.
2 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.
3 Ye seed of Israel's chosen race,
Ye ransomed of 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.
4 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;
Go, spread your trophies at his feet,
And crown him Lord of all.
5 Let ev'ry kindred, ev'ry tribe,
On this terrestrial ball,
To him all majesty ascribe,
And crown him Lord of all;
To him all majesty ascribe,
And crown him Lord of all.
6 O that with yonder sacred throng,
We at his feet may fall;
We'll join the everlasting song,
And crown him Lord of all;
We'll join the everlasting song,
And crown him Lord of all.
Amen.