At the name of Jesus
Every knee shall bow,
Every tongue confess him
King of glory now:
It’s 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
(Say to the: Nation/ Government)
This is your God…this is your…
This is your God…this is your…
This is your God…this is your God!
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.
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.
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