All hail the power of Jesus’ Name, Let angels prostrate fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown Him Lord of all.
2 Crown him, ye martyrs of our God Who from the altar call,
Extol the stem of Jesse’s rod And crown Him Lord of all.
3 Ye saints redeemed of Adam’s race, Ye ransomed from the fall,
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.
5 Let every kindred, every tribe, on this terrestrial ball,
To Him all majesty ascribe, And crown Him Lord of all.
6 Oh, that with yonder sacred throng We at His feet may fall,
Join in the everlasting song, And crown Him Lord of all.