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C. M.
All hail the power of Jesus’ name!
Let angels prostrate fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown him Lord of all.
2 Crown him, you martyrs of our God,
Who from his altar call;
Extol the stem of Jesse’s rod,
And crown him Lord of all.
3 You chosen seed of Israel’s race,
A remnant weak and small,
Hail him who saves you by his grace,
And crown him Lord of all.
4 You gentle sinners, ne’er forget
The wormwood and the gall;
Go, spread your trophies at his feet,
And crown him Lord of all.
5 Babes, men, and sires, who know his love,
Who feel your sin and thrall,
Now join with all the hosts above,
And crown him Lord of all.
6 Let every kindred, every tribe,
On this terrestrial ball,
To him all majesty ascribe,
And crown him Lord of all.
7 O that with yonder sacred throng
We at his feet may fall!
We’ll join the everlasting song,
And crown him Lord of all.
Perronet.