I. Watts

L.M.

JESUS shall reign where’er the sun

Doth his successive journeys run;

His kingdom stretch from shore to shore,

Till moons shall wax and wane no more.

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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.

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To Him shall endless prayer be made,

And endless praises crown His head,

His name like sweet perfume shall rise

With every morning sacrifice.

4

People and realms of every tongue

Dwell on His love with sweetest song;

And infant voices shall proclaim

Their early blessings on His name.

5

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.

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Let every creature rise and bring

Peculiar honours to our King;

Angels descend with songs again,

And earth repeat the loud Amen.