At the name of Jesus every knee shall bow,
every tongue confess him King of glory now;
this the Father’s pleasure, that we call him Lord,
who from the beginning was the mighty Word.
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 up triumphant with its human light,
through all ranks of creatures to the central height;
to the eternal Godhead, to the Father’s throne,
filled it with the glory of his triumph won.
Name him, Christians, name him, with love strong as death,
but with awe and wonder, and with bated breath;
he is God the Saviour, he is Christ the Lord,
ever to be worshipped, trusted and adored.
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 with its light and power.