Jesus shall reign where'er the Sun Doth his successive journeys run;
Jesus shall reign where'er the Sun Doth his successive journeys run; His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more.
For him shall endless prayer be made, And praises throng to crown his head; His name like sweet perfume shall rise With every morning sacrifice.
People and realms of every tongue Dwell on his love with sweetest song; And infant voices shall proclaim Their young Hosannas to his name.
Blessings abound where'er he reigns; The prisoner leaps to lose his chains; The weary find eternal rest; And all the sons of want are blest.
Where he displays his healing power, Death and the curse are known no more: In him the tribes of Adam boast More blessings than their father lost.
Let every creature rise, and bring Its grateful honours to our King; Angels descend with songs again, And earth prolong the joyful strain.
~ Isaac Watts
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