1 At the Name of Jesus
Every knee shall bow,
Every tongue confess Him
King of glory now;
'Tis the Father's pleasure
We should call Him Lord,
Who from the beginning
Was the mighty Word.
2 Humbled for a season,
To receive a Name
From the lips of sinners
Unto whom He came,
faithfully He bore it,
spotless to the last,
brought it back victorious
when from death He passed.
3 Bore it up triumphant
with its human light,
through all ranks of creatures
to the central height,
to the throne of God-head,
to the Father's breast;
filled it with the glory
of that perfect rest.
4 In your hearts enthrone Him;
There let Him subdue
All that is not holy,
All that is not true:
Crown Him as your Captain
In temptation's hour;
Let His will enfold you
In its light and power.
