1. At the name of Jesus,

ev’ry knee shall bow,

ev’ry tongue confess him

King of Glory now.

‘T is 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 which he came.

Faithfully he bore it,

spotless to the last.

Brought it back victorious,

when through death he passed

 

3. Bore it up triumphant

with its human light,

thru 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 temptation's hour.

Let His will enfold you

in its light and pow’r.

 

5. Jesus, Lord and Savior,

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.

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James Cowan © 1986