At the Name of Jesus,
Every
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.
2
At
His voice creation
Sprang
at once to sight,
All
the angel faces,
All
the hosts of light,
Thrones
and dominations,
Stars
upon their way,
All
the heavenly orders,
In
their great array.
3
Humbled
for a season,
To
receive a name
From
the lips of sinners
Unto
whom He came,
He
is God the Savior,
He
is Christ the Lord,
Ever
to be worshipped,
Trusted
and adored.
4
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 power.
5
Surely,
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