1  All hail the pow'r of Jesus' name!

       Let angels prostrate fall;

    Bring forth the royal diadem,

 2  Crown Him, ye martyrs of your God

       Who from His altar call;

    Extol the Stem of Jesse's rod,

 3  Hail Him, ye heirs of David's line,

       Whom David Lord did call;

    The God incarnate, Man Divine;

 4  Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,

       Ye ransomed from the fall,

    Hail Him who saves you by His grace,

 5  Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget

       The wormwood and the gall,

    Go, spread your trophies at His feet,

 6  Let every kindred, every tribe,

       On this terrestrial ball,

    To Him all majesty ascribe,

 7  O that with yonder sacred throng

       We at His feet may fall!

    We'll join the everlasting song,