Poem:

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 at once to sight,

All the angel faces, all the hosts of light.

Thrones and dominations, 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 who he came.

Faithfully he bore it spotless to the last,

Brought it back victorious, when from death He pass’d;

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;

Fill’d it with the glory of that perfect rest.

Name Him, brothers, name Him with love strong as death,

With awe and wonder and with bated breath;

He is God the Savior, He is Christ the Lord

Ever to be worshiped, 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 temptations hour;

Let His will enfold you in its light and power.

Brothers, 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.

- Caroline Noel mid 1800s