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. At his voice creation sprang once to sight, all the angel faces, all the hosts of light, cherubim in heaven, stars upon their way, all the heavenly orders in their great array. 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 triumphant with its human light, through all ranks of creatures to the central height, to the throne of God-head, to the Father's breast, filled it with the glory of that perfect rest. 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 unfold you in its light and power. Christians, this Lord Jesus shall return again in his Father's glory, with his angels train; For all wreaths of empire meet upon his brow, and our hearts confess him king of glory now.
