1 

All hail the pow'r of Jesus' name!

   Let angels prostrate fall;

Bring forth the royal diadem,

 2 

Crown Him, ye martyrs of your God

   Who from His altar call;

Extol the Stem of Jesse's rod,

 3 

Hail Him, ye heirs of David's line,

   Whom David Lord did call;

The God incarnate, Man Divine;

 4 

Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,

   Ye ransomed from the fall,

Hail Him who saves you by His grace,

 5 

Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget

   The wormwood and the gall,

Go, spread your trophies at His feet,

 6 

Let every kindred, every tribe,

   On this terrestrial ball,

To Him all majesty ascribe,

 7 

O that with yonder sacred throng

   We at His feet may fall!

We'll join the everlasting song,