At the name of Jesus,
Ev'ry knee shall bow
Ev'ry 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.

At his voice creation
Sprang at once to sight
All the angels faces,
All the hosts of light,
Thrones and Dominations,
Stars upon their way,
All the heav'nly orders,
In their great array.

Humble 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.

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.

Name him, brothers, name him
With love strong as death,
But with awe and wonder,
And with bated breath;
He is God the Saviour,
He is Christ the Lord,
Ever to be worshipped,
trusted and adored.

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 pow'r.

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.