All hail the pow’r of Jesus' name;
Let angels prostrate fall;
Let forth the royal diadem
To crown him Lord of all.

Crown him you martyrs of your God,
Who from his altar call,
Praise him whose way of pain you trod,
And crown him Lord of all.

You prophets who our freedom won,
You searchers, great and small,
By whom the work of truth is done,
Now 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.

Bless him, each poor oppressèd race
That Christ did upward call;
His hand in each achievement trace,
And crown him Lord of all.

Let ev'ry tribe and every tongue,
To him their hearts enthrall:
Lift high the universal song,
And crown him Lord of all.