All hail the power of Jesus’ Name! Let angels prostrate fall;
Bring for the royal diadem and crown Him Lord of all.

Let highborn seraphs tune the lyre, and as they tune it fall
Before His face Who tunes the choir and crown Him Lord of all.

Crown Him, ye morning stars of light, who fixed this floating ball;
Now hail the strength of Israel’s might, 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 seed of Israel’s chosen race, ye ransomed from 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 did call,
The God incarnate, man divine, and 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.

Let every tribe and every tongue before Him prostrate fall
And shout in universal song the crown-ed Lord of all.

O that, with yonder sacred throng, we at His feet may fall,
Join in the everlasting song and crown Him Lord of all!

This hymn is sometimes called, “The National Anthem of Christendom.” It has remained so popular that it appears in modern hymnals coupled with as many as three different hymn tunes--