All hail the power of Jesus' Name!
Let angels prostrate fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown him, crown him, crown him,
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, crown him, crown him,
And crown him Lord of all.
Ye seed of Israel's chosen race,
Ye ransomed of the fall,
Hail him who saves you by his grace,
And crown him, crown him, crown him,
And crown him Lord of all.
Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget
The wormwood and the gall,
Go spread your trophies at his feet,
And crown him, crown him, crown him,
And crown him Lord of all.
Let ev'ry kindred, ev'ry tribe,
On this terrestrial ball,
To him all majesty ascribe,
And crown him, crown him, crown him,
And crown him Lord of all.
O that with yonder sacred throng
We at his feet may fall;
We'll join the everlasting song,
And crown him, crown him, crown him,
And crown him Lord of all.