Uploaded December 2018 | Updated September 2026, 4 days ago

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Congregational singing
Metropolitan Tabernacle, London

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:

Mighty and mysterious
In the highest height,
God from everlasting,
Very Light of light,
In the Father’s bosom,
With the Spirit blest,
Love, in Love eternal,
Rest, in perfect rest.

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 whom He came;
Faithfully He bore it
Spotless to the last,
Brought it back victorious,
When from death He passed.

One day 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.