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
Let highborn seraphs tune the lyre, and as they tune it, fall
Before His face Who tunes their choir, and crown Him Lord of all
Before His face Who tunes their choir, and crown Him Lord of all
Crown Him, ye morning stars of light, Who fixed this floating ball;
Now hail the strength of Israel's might, and crown Him Lord of all
Now hail the strength of Israel's might, 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 Lord of all
Extol the Stem of Jesse's 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 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
The God incarnate, Man divine, 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 Lord of all
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 crownиd Lord of all
And shout in universal song the crownиd Lord of all