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
	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, crown him, crown him, crown him
	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, crown him, crown him, crown him
	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, crown him, crown him, crown him
	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, crown him, crown him, crown him
	and crown him lord of all!