Hymnal: Fillmore's Harp of Zion
Date: 1867
Compiler: A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: R W Carroll & Co
First Line: All hail the pow'r of Jesus' name
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer: O Holden
Meter: CM or CM and two 8s
Tune: Coronation
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 118, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsAll hail the pow'r of Jesus' name,
Let angels prostrate fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown him Lord of all,
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown him Lord of all.
Crown him, you martyrs of our God,
Who from his altar call;
Extol the stem of Jesse's rod,
And crown him Lord of all,
Extol the stem of Jesse's rod,
And crown him Lord of all.
Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,
A remnant weak and small,
Hail Him who saves you by his grace,
And crown him Lord of all.
You Gentile sinners, ne'er forget
The wormwood and the gall;
Go spread your trophies at his feet,
And crown him Lord of all.
Let ev'ry kindred, ev'ry tribe,
On this terrestrial ball,
To him all majesty ascribe,
And crown him Lord of all.
Oh that, with yonder sacred throng,
We at his feet may fall!
We'll join the everlasting song,
And crown him Lord of all.
Let others boast their ancient line,
In long succession great;
In the proud list let heroes shine,
And monarchs swell the state;
Descended from the King of kings,
Each saint a nobler title sings.
Pronounce me, gracious God, thy Son,
Own me an heir divine;
I'll pity princes on the throne,
When I can call thee mine,
Scepters and crowns unenvied rise,
And lose their lustre in my eyes.
Content, obscure, I pass my days,
To all I meet unknown,
And wait till thou thy child shall raise
And seat me near the throne;
No name, no honors here I crave,-
Well pleased with those beyond the grave.
Jesus, my older brother, lives,
With him I too shall reign;
nor sin, nor death, whole he survives,
Shall make the promise vain:
in him my title stands secure,
And shall while endless years endure.
When he in robes divinely bright
Shall once again appear,
You too, my soul, shall shine in light,
And his full image bear.
Enough! I wait th' appointed day-
Blest Saviour, haste and come away.