All Hail to Thee, Immanuel!

All hail to Thee

Im­ma­nu­el

We cast our crowns be­fore Thee;

Let ev­ery heart ob­ey Thy will

And ev­ery voice ad­ore Thee.

In praise to Thee

our Sav­ior king

The vib­rant chords of Heav­en ring

And ec­ho back the migh­ty strain:

All hail! All hail! All hail Im­ma­nu­el!

Hail to the King we love so well!

Immanuel! Im­ma­nu­el!

Hail to the King we love so well!

Immanuel! Im­ma­nu­el!

Glory and hon­or and ma­jes­ty

Wisdom and pow­er be un­to Thee

Now and ev­er­more!

Hail to the King we love so well!

Immanuel! Im­ma­nu­el!

Hail to the King we love so well!

Immanuel! Im­ma­nu­el!

King of kings and Lord of lords

All hail

Im­ma­nu­el!

All hail to Thee

Im­ma­nu­el

The ran­somed hosts sur­round Thee;

And earth­ly mon­archs cla­mor forth

Their sov­er­eign King to crown Thee.

While those re­deemed in ag­es gone

Assembled round the great white throne

Break forth in­to im­mor­tal song:

All hail! All hail! All hail Im­ma­nu­el!

All hail to Thee

Im­ma­nu­el

Our ris­en king and Sav­ior!

Thy foes are van­quished

and Thou art

Omnipotent for­ev­er.

Death

sin and hell no long­er reign

And Sa­tan’s pow’r is burst in twain;

Eternal glo­ry to Thy name:

All hail! All hail! All hail Im­ma­nu­el!