1 Jesus shall reign where'er the sun
does its successive journeys run,
his kingdom stretch from shore to shore,
till moons 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 Let every creature rise and bring
the highest honors to our King,
angels descend with songs again,
and earth repeat the loud amen.
Isaac Watts
The Methodist Hymnal 1939 edition
<idle musing>
This Watts hymn is in over 1700 hymnals and some insert a verse after verse 3:
4 Blessings abound where'er he reigns:</idle musing>
the prisoners leap to lose their chains,
the weary find eternal rest,
and all who suffer want are blest.
No comments:
Post a Comment