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This hymn has an interesting and perhaps unlikely story attached to it. Edward Perronet grew up in the home of an Anglican vicar in the 1700s. After sometime in the Anglican Church, he became disillusioned and joined the Methodists. During his time with this denomination, Perronet was roughed up, tossed around, dumped in the mud, and had stones thrown at him. After a falling out with the Methodists, he moved to another group… which he eventually left as well. Nevertheless, Perronet wrote this beautiful hymn, which became very much loved in the church. It also became utilized numerously by evangelists and missionaries.
One amazing missionary story attached to the song is the following: “Rev. E. P. Scott was a missionary in India during the 1800s. At the prompting of the Holy Spirit, but against the advice of his fellow missionaries, Scott set out alone to visit a remote village. He was determined to share the Gospel with a dangerous savage tribe. Several days into his journey, Scott met a large group of warriors who quickly surrounded him, each pointing a spear towards his heart. Expecting to die, Scott made a decision to use his last few breaths to glorify God, and to hopefully to stir something within the hearts of his captors. He took out his violin, (which he always carried with him), closed his eyes, and began to play ‘All Hail, the Power of Jesus’ Name, ’ in the native language of the warriors. After singing, The first stanza, the second, the third, and then, beginning the fourth, Rev. Scott realized he was still standing, and that all around him was a peaceful quiet. Opening his eyes, he saw every spear lowered. There stood those mighty warriors with tears in their eyes. Throughout the remainder of his life, Scott spent much time with this tribe, sharing the love of God. “
To YOU LORD, who all majesty, dominion, power and might belong. We exalt YOU Lord, King, Master, Ruler and Authority, and we lay our crown and trophies at you feet Lord Jesus, and crown YOU LORD of all. HALLELUYAH! HALLELUYAH!
When I got to my quiet time , this hymn came to my mind and I started searching for it and found it and sang it and it was truly uplifting. Praise the Lord for his mercies endureth forever