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All hail the power of Jesus' name

Let angels prostrate fall

I beheld one like a Son of man

His clothes like royal robes

With a golden sash around his chest

His face blazed like lightning, his eyes like flames

His limbs as heated bronzed from a furnace

My strength failed within me to gaze upon one so pure

His voice like a multitude

His majesty beyond all powers

I fell as though dead

Terror gripped my soul

The moment He touched me, I expected that I'd burn away

But His hand was gentle, His voice was kind

I am the First, the Last, the Living One

I was dead, and behold, I am alive forevermore

I possess the keys of death and Hades

Then I remembered His crown on earth

Twisted thorns, blood, and dirt

To give His life a ransom for many

Behold, He is coming on the clouds

Every eye shall see Him

Even those that pierced Him

Worthy, worthy, worthy, worthy, worthy, worthy

Worthy is the Lamb that was slain

To receive power

To receive riches

To receive wisdom

To receive might

To receive honor

To receive glory

To receive blessing

Forever and ever, Amen

Amen

Let every kindred, every tribe on this terrestrial ball

To Him all majesty ascribe

Bring forth the royal diadem and crown Him Lord of all

All hail the Christ

And crown Him Lord of all