Let angels prostrate fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem,
Crown Him Lord of all!
Who from His altar call;
Extol the Stem of Jesse’s rod,
Whom David Lord did call;
The God incarnate. Man Divine;
Ye ransomed from the fall,
Hail Him who saves you by His grace,
The wormwood and the gall,
Go, spread your trophies at His feet.
On this terrestrial ball,
To Him all majesty ascribe,
We at His feet may fall!
We’ll join the everlasting song,