1 All hail the pow'r of Jesus' name!
Let angels prostrate fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem
And crown him Lord of all.
2 Crown him, ye martyrs of our God,
Who from his altar call;
Extol the stem of Jesse's rod
And crown him Lord of all.
3 O seed of Israel's chosen race
Now ransomed from the fall,
Hail him who saves you by his grace
And crown him Lord of all.
4 Hail him, ye heirs of David's line,
Whom David Lord did call -
The God incarnate, man divine -
And crown him Lord of all.
5 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.
6 Let ev'ry kindred, ev'ry tribe,
On this terrestrial ball
To him all majesty ascribe
And crown him Lord of all.
7 Oh, that with yonder sacred throng
We at his feet may fall!
We'll join the everlasting song
And crown him Lord of all.
