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. 

Mighty and mysterious 

In the highest height, 

God from everlasting, 

Very Light of light. 

In the Father's bosom, 

With the spirit's blest, 

Love, in love eternal, 

Rest, in perfect rest. 

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: 

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. 

Name him, brothers, name him, 

With love as strong as death, 

But with awe and wonder 

And with bated breath: 

He is God the Saviour, 

He is Christ the Lord, 

Ever to be worshipped, 

Trusted, and adored. 

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. 

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. 

At the name of  Jesus 

Every knee shall bow, 

Every tongue confess Him 

King of glo___ry  now: 

'Tis the Fa___ther's pleasure 

We should call him Lord, 

Who from the beginning 

Was the migh__ty  Word. 

 

Mighty and mysterious 

In the highest height, 

God from everlasting, 

Very Light of light. 

In the Father's bosom, 

With the spirit's blest, 

Love, in love eternal, 

Rest, in perfect rest. 

 

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: 

 

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. 

 

Name him, brothers, name him, 

With love as strong as death, 

But with awe and wonder 

And with bated breath: 

He is God the Saviour, 

He is Christ the Lord, 

Ever to be worshipped, 

Trusted, and adored. 

 

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. 

 

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.