All hail the power of Jesus' Name!
Let angels prostrate fall
Bring forth the royal diadem
And crown Him, crown Him, crown Him, crown Him Lord of all
Ye chosen seed of Israel's race
Ye ransomed from the fall
Hail Him Who saves you by His grace
And crown Him, crown Him, crown Him, crown Him Lord of all
Let every kindred, every tribe
On this terrestrial ball
To Him all majesty ascribe
And crown Him, crown Him, crown Him, crown Him Lord of all
O that with yonder sacred throne
We at His feet may fall!
We'll join the everlasting song
And crown Him, crown Him, crown Him, crown Him Lord of all
Alternate verses:
Let highborn seraphs tune the lyre
And as they tune it, fall
Before His face Who tunes their choir
And crown Him, crown Him, crown Him, 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, crown Him, crown Him, crown Him Lord of all
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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, 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, crown Him, crown Him, 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, crown Him Lord of all
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