The following is the story of Rev. E. P. Scott and the hymn,
“All Hail the Power of Jesus’ Name,” (written by Edward Perronet).
This beautiful hymn on the power of Jesus’ name
was used by a missionary; and he found it to tame…
a known, dangerous tribe, which he was endeavoring to reach,
in the Indian subcontinent, where he desired to teach.
He wanted to share Jesus, of whom they’d not heard,
knowing that “Go into all the world” was the Lord’s Word.
Though warned by some friends against going to that area of land,
he followed the Holy Spirit, regardless, and met with a band…
of warriors, who surrounded him, pointing their spears.
But he took out his violin, actually, despite obvious fears.
He began with the words, “All hail the power of Jesus’ name.”
To that name, “let every kindred, every tribe” lay claim!
Having closed his eyes while singing, in their language, the song,
upon opening them, it was clear that Jesus’ name had been strong.
God’s Spirit, thereby, had quenched any dreaded attack;
they’d lowered their weapons–shedding tears, sensing their lack.
For the following two years, the minister taught his new friends
of Jesus, the Savior, on whom the soul’s cleansing depends.
Not just for eternity, but God cares for His children here and now.
They become heirs through the name, to which every knee should bow!
P. A. Oltrogge
“Therefore God also has highly exalted Him and given Him the name which is above every name, that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, of those in heaven, and of those on earth, and of those under the earth, and that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.” Philippians 2:9-11 NKJV
“Nor is there salvation in any other, for there is no other name under heaven given among men by which we must be saved.” Acts 4:12 NKJV
ALL HAIL THE POWER OF JESUS’ NAME
All hail the power of Jesus’ name! Let angels prostrate fall; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown Him Lord of all; 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; Hail Him who saves you by His grace, And crown Him Lord of all.
Let every kindred, every tribe, On this terrestrial ball, To Him all majesty ascribe, And crown Him Lord of all; 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; We’ll join the everlasting song, And crown Him Lord of all!