1  In 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 heav'nly orders,

       In their great array.

 3  Humbled for a season,

       To receive a Name

    From the lips of sinners

       Unto whom He came,

    Faithfully He bore it

       Spotless to the last,

    Brought it back victorious,

       When from death He passed;

 4  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 that perfect rest.

 5  Name Him, brothers, name Him,

       With love strong as death,

    But with awe and wonder,

       And with bated breath;

    He is God the Savior,

       He is Christ the Lord,

    Ever to be worshiped,

       Trusted, and adored.

 6  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.

 7  Brothers, 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.