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All hail the power of Jesus’ Name! Let angels prostrate
fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem, and crown Him Lord of all. Bring forth the royal diadem, and crown Him Lord of all.
Let highborn seraphs tune the lyre, and as they tune it,
fall Crown Him, ye morning stars of light, who fixed this
floating ball; Crown Him, ye martyrs of your God, who from His altar
call; Ye seed of Israel’s chosen race, ye ransomed from the
fall, Hail Him, ye heirs of David’s line, whom David Lord
did call, Sinners, whose love can ne’er forget the wormwood and
the gall, Let every tribe and every tongue before Him prostrate
fall Rev. E. P. Scott was a missionary to India. One day he saw on the
street a man of so strange an appearance that he inquired about him,
and learned that he belonged to a wild mountain tribe among whom
Christ had never been preached. Philippians 2:9-11 - God exalted Him to the highest place and gave Him the Name that is above every name, that at the Name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.
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