All hail the pow'r of Jesus' name (Medium)

All hail the pow'r of Jesus' name!
  Let angels prostrate fall,
  Let angels prostrate fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem,
  And crown Him, crown Him,
  crown Him, crown Him;
  And crown Him Lord of all!
Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,
  Ye ransomed from the fall,
  Ye ransomed from the fall,
Hail Him who saves you by His grace,
Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget
  The wormwood and the gall,
  The wormwood and the gall,
Go, spread your trophies at His feet,
Let every kindred, every tribe,
  On this terrestrial ball,
  On this terrestrial ball,
To Him all majesty ascribe,
O that with yonder sacred throng
  We at His feet may fall,
  We at His feet may fall!
We'll join the everlasting song,
Ana Lara

Storrs, Connecticut, United States

This inspiring hymn of praise appears to have been written about the middle of the 18th century. Its author Edward Perronet, son of Reverend Vincent Perronet, Vicar of Shoreham, England, was a man of great faith and humility but zealous in his convictions, sometimes to his own expense. He was born in 1721, and though 18 years younger than Charles Wesley, the two became close friends, and it was under the direction of the Wesleys that Perronet became a preacher in the evangelical movement. Lady Huntingdon later became his patroness, but some imprudent expressions in a satirical poem, “The Mitre” revealing his hostility to the union of church and state cost him her favor and his contention against John Wesley‘s law that none but regular parish ministers had the right to administer the sacraments, led to his complete separation from both the Wesleys. He subsequently became the pastor of a small church of dissenters in Canterbury, where he died in January, 1792. His piety evinced itself when near his death his last words were a Gloria—the hymn we now know as —All Hail the Power of Jesus’ Name.

The original first line of the second stanza varies from the one that is currently sung:

“Ye seed of Israel’s chosen race, ”

The fourth stanza originally reads—

“Let every tribe and every tongue

That bound creation’s call,

Now shout the universal song,

The crowned Lord of all. ”

The last stanza was added by Dr. Rippon—

“Oh that with yonder sacred throng

We at his feet may fall,

And join the everlasting song,

And crown Him Lord of all. ”

The tune is called “Old Coronation, ” and it is considered to be over 200 years old. It was composed in the very year of Perronet’s death and one wonders just how long the text and tune waited before they actually came together; for evidently the two would be wed for all time. There is however, an earlier English melody titled “Miles Lane, ” composed during Perronet’s lifetime by William Shrubsole and published with the words in 1780 in the “Gospel Magazine. ” There is also a fine processional tune sung in the English Church to Perronet’s hymn.

The author of “Coronation” was Oliver Holden, A self-taught musician, born in Shirley, Massachusetts in 1765, and was a carpenter by trade. The little pipe organ on which tradition says he struck the first notes of the famous tune is now in the historical rooms of the Old State House in Boston, placed there by its late owner, Mrs. Fanny Tyler, the old musician’s granddaughter.

Holden wrote a number of other hymn-tunes, among which “Cowper, ” “Confidence, ” and “Concord” are remembered, but none of them can compare to “Coronation. ” His first published collection was entitled “The American Harmony, ” and this was followed by “The Union Harmony, ” and the “Worcester Collection. ” He also wrote and published “Mt. Vernon, ” and several other patriotic anthems, mainly for special occasions, to some of which he supplied the words. Even though he was not a hymnist, he did now and then write sacred meter. “The New Methodist Hymnal”contains a four line stanza he wrote:

“They who seek the throne of grace

Find that throne in every place;

If we lead a life of prayer

God is present everywhere. ”

Before he passed away, he uttered these words:

“Such beautiful themes! ” He whispered on his death bed, “Such beautiful themes! But I can write no more, ” Oliver Holden died in 1844.

The Story of the Hymns and Tunes.

Feji Lee

Abraka, Delta State, Nigeria

This is one of my favorite hymn, especially the stories that come with it.


Umuahia, Abia, Nigeria

This hymn has come to be a blessing to me. I sing and meditate over it every morning during my devotion.

Thanks for the wonderful piano work and lyrics.

Valarie Travis

Inglewood, California, United States

I started humming the song and couldn’t remember some words, so I looked online and found this. This song ministers to me when I am so overwhelmed at God’s goodness. Thank You Jesus for all You have done for me.


Rugby, Warwickshire, United Kingdom

Joined a group of ladies for a bible study looking at Isaiah . Using 'precept ministries' , I only know one lady who invited me and we meet online (25 of us I believe).

In ch6 we see into heaven with Isaiah... There were the seraphim calling to one another and saying: 'Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of hosts; the whole earth is full of his glory! '

I see this picture and it makes me feel like nothing and yet God in His compassion calls us. Isaiah said, ' woe is me! For I am lost; for I am a man of unclean lips, and I dwell in the midst of a people of unclean lips; for my eyes have seen the King, the Lord of hosts! '(v5). This morning the chorus to this hymn was laid on my heart, 'crown him , crown him, crown him Lord of all, ' so I typed in those words and found the music, got the hymn book out. Thank you for the blessing.


Sugarland, TX, United States

Yes, He saves us by HIS grace. This hymn is awesome.


Richmond, Texas, United States

I like the song God bless you

Oluwakunmi Adedeji

Ibadan, Oyo, Nigeria

Good one, assisted in a great way at our "family service." during lockdown


Abeokuta, Nigeria

Very nice one... God bless you

Nabukenya Bridget

Kampala, Uganda

It's a very good song

And it's very good in meditation

Thanks so much for providing us with this sweetest song

I love it