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 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 temptations hour;
let his will enfold you in its light and power.