All hail the power of Jesus’ name! Let angels prostrate fall.
	Bring forth the royal diadem, and crown him lord of all.
Crown him, ye morning stars of light who fix'd 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 chosen seed of Israel’s race, ye ransom'd of 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" shall call,
	Our god made man, the man divine, and crown him lord of all.
Ye gentile sinners, ne’er forget the wormwood and the gall,
	Go spread your trophies at his feet, and crown him lord of all.
Let every kindred, every tribe on this terrestrial ball
	To him all majesty ascribe, and crown him lord of all.
O that with yonder sacred throng we at his feet may fall,
	Join in the everlasting song, and crown him lord of all!