When I was a teenager, my dad was given a cassette with this song – At the Name of Jesus – on it. The quality wasn’t the greatest, but you could tell it was a beautiful song. We were also given the sheet music. Again, the quality was grainy at best and has since been lost.
I’ve been thinking about this song lately and went looking for it. Thanks to the wonders of modern technology I found a choir singing it on YouTube and the lyrics. I also learned about the life of the author, Caroline M. Noel.
She suffered a lot physically and her songs are born from her pain, and the things she learned when cast fully upon God. As always, great beauty and truth can come from suffering. This song is so rich in truth, I know it will bless you.
At the Name of Jesus, every knee shall bow,
Every tongue confess Him King of glory now;
’Tis the Father’s pleasure we should call Him Lord,
Who from the beginning was the mighty Word.
Mighty and mysterious in the highest height,
God from everlasting, very light of light:
In the Father’s bosom with the spirit blest,
Love, in love eternal, rest, in perfect rest.
At His voice creation sprang at once to sight,
All the angel faces, all the hosts of light,
Thrones and dominations, stars upon their way,
All the heavenly orders, in their great array.
Humbled for a season, to receive a name
From the lips of sinners unto whom He came,
Faithfully He bore it, spotless to the last,
Brought it back victorious when from death He passed.
Bore it up triumphant with its human light,
Through all ranks of creatures, to the central height,
To the throne of Godhead, to the Father’s breast;
Filled it with the glory of that perfect rest.
Name Him, brothers, name Him, with love strong as death
But with awe and wonder, and with bated breath!
He is God the Savior, He is Christ the Lord,
Ever to be worshipped, trusted and adored.
In your hearts enthrone Him; there let Him subdue
All that is not holy, all that is not true;
Crown Him as your Captain in temptation’s hour;
Let His will enfold you in its light and power.
Brothers, this Lord Jesus shall return again,
With His Father’s glory, with His angel train;
For all wreaths of empire meet upon His brow,
And our hearts confess Him King of glory now.