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In 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.

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At His voice creation

   Sprang at once to sight:

All the angel faces,

   All the hosts of light,

Thrones and dominations,

   Stars upon their way,

All the heav'nly orders,

   In their great array.

 3 

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;

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Bore it up triumphant,

   With its human light,

Through all ranks of creatures,

   To the central height;

To the throne of Godhead,

   To the Father's breast,

Filled it with the glory

   Of that perfect rest.

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Name Him, brothers, name Him,

   With love strong as death,

But with awe and wonder,

   And with bated breath;

He is God the Savior,

   He is Christ the Lord,

Ever to be worshiped,

   Trusted, and adored.

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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.

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Brothers, this Lord Jesus

   Shall return again,

With His Father's glory,

   With His angel train;

For all wreaths of empire

   Meet upon His brow,

And our hearts confess Him

   King of glory now.