1 All hail the power of Jesus' name,
let angels prostrate fall;
bring forth the royal diadem,
and crown him, crown him, crown him,
crown him Lord of all.

2 Crown him, ye morning stars of light,
who fixed this floating ball;
now hail the Strength of Israel's might,
and crown him, crown him, crown him,
crown him Lord of all.

3 Ye seed of Israel's chosen race,
ye ransomed of the fall,
hail him who saves you by his grace,
and crown him, crown him, crown him,
crown him Lord of all.

4 Let ev'ry tribe and ev'ry tongue
on this terrestrial ball
to him all majesty ascribe,
and crown him, crown him, crown him,
crown him Lord of all.

5 Oh that with yonder sacred throng
we at his feet may fall!
We'll join the everlasting song,
and crown him, crown him, crown him,
crown him Lord of all.