S. G. Stock
HE shall reign o’er all the earth,
He who wore the crown of thorn,
Whom they deemed of little worth,
Whom they met with hate and scorn,
Send the tidings forth, that all
Humbly at His feet may fall.
2
Long His heritage hath lain
’Neath the false usurper’s sway;
He will claim it back again,
Rout the foes and win the day.
Send the tidings forth, that all
Humbly at His feet may fall.
3
Then, beneath His rule of peace
Heaven shall smile, and earth shall sing,
Ever yielding rich increase
To the honour of her King.
Send the tidings forth, that all
Humbly at His feet may fall.
4
Hasten, Lord, the wondrous hour,
Bid it strike from shore to shore,
Thine the kingdom and the power
Thine the glory evermore.
Bow each revel heart, that all
At Thy feet adoring fall.