At the name of Jesus ev’ry 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.
Humbled for a season to receive a name;
From the lips of sinners unto which He came.
Faithfully He bore it, spotless to the last,
Brought it back victorious when through 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 the perfect rest
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 it’s light and power
Jesus Lord and Savior shall return again,
With His Father’s Glory o’er the earth to reign.
For all wreaths of Empire meet upon His brow,
And our hearts confess Him King of glory now