1 At the name of Jesus
  
ev'ry knee shall bow,
  
ev'ry 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.
2 At his voice creation
  
sprang at once to sight,
  
all the angel faces,
  
all the hosts of light,
  
cherubim in heaven,
  
stars upon their way,
  
all the heav'nly orders
  
in their great array.
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;
4 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 pow'r.
                        
  Carol M. Noel
                        
The Methodist Hymnal 1964 edition
<idle musing>
I don't recall ever singing this hymn, although it occurs in almost 250 hymnals. Hymnary.org adds two verses:
4 Bore it up triumphant</idle musing>
with its human light,
thro' 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.6 Christians, this Lord Jesus
shall return again
in 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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