Jesus shall reign where'er the sun

Doth his successive journeys run;

His Kingdom stretch from shore to shore,

Till sin shall curse the earth 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 early blessings on his name.


Blessings abound where'er he reigns,

The pris'ner leaps to lose his chains.

The weary find eternal rest,

And all the sons of want are blest.

Where he displays his healing power

Sorrow and pain are known no more,

IN HIM THE TRIBES OF ADAM BOAST

MORE BLESSINGS THAN THEIR FATHER LOST.

 

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