English Hymn 53
Jesus shall reign where’er the sun
Does his successive journeys run;
His kingdom stretch trom 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.
Nations and tribes 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 and leaves his chains;
The weary find eternal rest,
And all the sons of want are blest.
Let every creature rise, and bring
Some special honour to our king;
Angels descend with song again,
And earth prolong the joyful strain.