At The Name Of Jesus - YouWorship
Artist: C M Noel (1817-77) / Michael Brierley (b 1932)
Category: Worship
Song Lyrics
[Verse 1] 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. [Verse 2] Mighty and mysterious In the highest height, God from everlasting, Very Light of light. In the Father's bosom, With the spirit's blest, Love, in love eternal, Rest, in perfect rest. [Verse 3] 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: [Verse 4] 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. [Verse 5] Name him, brothers, name him, With love as strong as death, But with awe and wonder And with bated breath: He is God the Saviour, He is Christ the Lord, Ever to be worshipped, Trusted, and adored. [Verse 6] 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 it's light and power. [Verse 7] 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. [Verse 1] 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. [Verse 2] Mighty and mysterious In the highest height, God from everlasting, Very Light of light. In the Father's bosom, With the spirit's blest, Love, in love eternal, Rest, in perfect rest. [Verse 3] 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: [Verse 4] 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. [Verse 5] Name him, brothers, name him, With love as strong as death, But with awe and wonder And with bated breath: He is God the Saviour, He is Christ the Lord, Ever to be worshipped, Trusted, and adored. [Verse 6] 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 it's light and power. [Verse 7] 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.