All Hail the Power of Jesus’ Name (unsourced)

by Edward Perronet

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All hail the power of Jesus’ Name!

Let angels prostrate fall;

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.

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.

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.

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, ye heirs of David’s line,

Whom David Lord did call,

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.

Let every tribe and every tongue

before Him prostrate fall

And shout in universal song

the crownèd Lord of all.