All hail the pow’r of Jesus’ name!
Let angels prostrate fall,
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown Him Lord of all.
Ye chosen seed of Israel’s race,
A remnant weak and small;
Hail Him who saves you by His grace;
And crown Him Lord of all.
Oh that with yonder sacred throng,
We at His feet may fall!
We’ll join the everlasting song,
And crown Him Lord of all.