ALL hail the power of Jesu's name; Let angels prostrate fall; Bring forth the...

ALL hail the power of Jesu's name; Let angels prostrate fall; Bring forth the royal diadem To crown him Lord of all.

Crown him, ye morning stars of light, Who launched this floating ball; Now hail the Strength of Israel's might, And crown him Lord of all.

Crown him, ye martyrs of our God, Who from his altar call; Of Jesse's stem extol the 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, ye heirs of David's line, Whom David Lord did call, The God incarnate, Man divine, And crown him Lord of all.

Ye Gentile sinners, ne'er forget The wormwood and the gall, Go spread your trophies at his feet, 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.

O that with yonder sacred throng We at his feet may fall, Join in the everlasting song, And crown him Lord of all!