1 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 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;

3 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.

4 Christians, this Lord Jesus 
Shall return again,
With His Father’s glory, 
O'er the earth to reign;
For all wreaths of empire 
Meet upon His brow,
And our hearts confess Him 
King of glory now.