Jesus shall reign where’er the sun, Doth his successive journeys run;
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore
Till moon shall wax and wane no more.
2 To Him shall endless prayer be made,
And praises throng to crown His head:
His name like sweet perfume shall rise With every morning sacrifice.
3 People and realms of every tongue
Dwell on His love with sweetest song,
And infant voices shall proclaim, Their early blessings on His Name.
4 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.
5 Let every creature rise and bring, Peculiar honours to our King;
Angels, descend with songs again, And, earth, repeat the loud Amen.