When I was really little, my Southern Baptist church used the Broadman Hymnal, published by Broadman Press, copyright 1940, edited by B.B. McKinney. As far as I know, this hymnal was the “Baptist Hymnal” before there was a Baptist Hymnal. (Actually, I just found a Checklist of Baptist Hymnals Published in America compiled by someone at Southwestern Seminary.) At any rate, instead of Holy, Holy, Holy (another great hymn) Broadman starts with this hymn by Anglican/Methodist Edward Perronet(an associate of John Wesley):

All hail the power of Jesus’ name!
Let angels prostrate fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown Him Lord of all.

Ye chosen seed of Israel’s race,
Ye ransomed from the fall,
Hail Him who saves you by his grace,
And crown Him Lord of all.

Let every kindred, every race
On this terrestrial ball,
To Him all majesty ascribe,
And crown Him Lord of all.

O that with yonder sacred throng
We at His feet may fall!
We’ll join the everlasting song,
And crown Him Lord of all.

I think I know why I did so well on the verbal section of the SAT: I read a lot, and I grew up singing hymns. Do my children know the words “terrestrial,” “prostrate,” “ascribe,” and “diadem?” I’m afraid maybe not.
Anyway, that’s a satisfying hymn!

I found some more verses to this one (not in Broadman):

Let highborn seraphs tune the lyre, and as they tune it, fall
Before His face Who tunes their choir, and crown Him Lord of all.
Before His face Who tunes their choir, and crown Him Lord of all.

Crown Him, ye morning stars of light, Who fixed this floating ball;
Now hail the strength of Israel’s might, and crown Him Lord of all.
Now hail the strength of Israel’s might, and crown Him Lord of all.

Crown Him, ye martyrs of your God, who from His altar call;
Extol the Stem of Jesse’s Rod, and crown Him Lord of all.
Extol the Stem of Jesse’s Rod, and crown Him Lord of all.

Hail Him, ye heirs of David’s line, Whom David Lord did call,
The God incarnate, Man divine, and crown Him Lord of all,
The God incarnate, Man divine, and crown Him Lord of all.

Sinners, whose love can ne’er forget the wormwood and the gall,
Go spread your trophies at His feet, and crown Him Lord of all.
Go spread your trophies at His feet, and crown Him Lord of all.

Let every tribe and every tongue before Him prostrate fall
And shout in universal song the crown’d Lord of all.
And shout in universal song the crown’d Lord of all.

“Extol the stem of Jesse’s rod,” “highborn seraphs tune the lyre,” “the wormwood and the gall”—I like it!