All hail the pow'r of Jesus' name!

Let angels prostrate fall;

Bring forth the royal diadem,

Crown Him, ye martyrs of your God

Who from His altar call;

Extol the Stem of Jesse's rod,

Hail Him, ye heirs of David's line,

Whom David Lord did call;

The God incarnate, Man Divine;

Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,

Ye ransomed from the fall,

Hail Him who saves you by His grace,

Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget

The wormwood and the gall,

Go, spread your trophies at His feet,

Let every kindred, every tribe,

On this terrestrial ball,

To Him all majesty ascribe,

O that with yonder sacred throng

We at His feet may fall!

We'll join the everlasting song,