In the name of Jesus every knee shall bow

In 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.

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 throne of Godhead, 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 enfold you in its light and power.

Brethren, this Lord Jesus shall return again, With His Father's glory, with His angel train; For all wreaths of empire meet upon His brow, And our hearts confess Him King of glory now.