All Hail the Power of Jesus’ Name, written by Edward Perronet in 1780, was a favorite hymn at my old church, although with a very different melody.
Sung here by the Chet Valley Church.
It’s the day before Easter. Prepare to celebrate the kingship of Our Lord Jesus Christ!
All Hail the Power of Jesus’ Name, one of my favorites in Sunday school–lyrics by Edward Perronet (in 1780), melody by James Ellor (in 1838), requested by Thewhiterabbit. This is another one I had in my head today.
Background sets by the hand of God the Creator.
No requests from readers yet today, so I’m on my own. And I choose this one–
All Hail the Power of Jesus’ Name, by Edward Perronet (1779), sung by the Blue Rock Mennonite Youth. We heard a lot of this hymn in Sunday school.
It’s been a while since I posted this glorious, gorgeous hymn–All Hail the Power of Jesus’ Name, composed by Edward Perronet over 200 years ago, sung here by Blue Rock Mennonite Youth. Background sets by God the Father.
I’ve been leaning on the power of Jesus’ name pretty heavily of late, and it’ll certainly do for a bonus hymn today: All Hail the Power of Jesus’ Name, written by Edward Perronet in 1779.
He is King of Kings and Lord of Lords, Christ Pantokrator, Ruler of All–and He is ours, and we are His.
All Hail the Power of Jesus’ Name, written by Edward Perronet in 1779, is sung to severdal different melodies, depending on whose hymnal you’re using. It has been nicknamed “the National Anthem of Christianity”–I guess because it’s sung in so many churches, belonging to so many denominations.
This 18th century hymn by Edward Perronet, All Hail the Power of Jesus’ Name, joyfully proclaims the crown rights of Jesus Christ Our Lord, King of Kings and Lord of Lords, whose right it is to rule Creation. Almighty God has promised that He shall reign forever.
Sing it loud!
This is the hymn I had in me this morning: All Hail the Power of Jesus’ Name, by Edward Perronet in 1780. This hymn was sung, I remember vividly, at our open-air hilltop chapel at Y camp, one Sunday morning; and the counselors’ choir sang it with a will. I will never forget what a beautiful day that was, with fields and woodlands spread out below us in every direction. How wonderful are the works of your hands, O Lord!