Jesus shall reign where'er the Sun
Doth his successive journeys run;
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore
Till sin shall curse the earth no more.
For him shall endless prayer be make
And praises throng to crown his head;
His Name like sweet perfume shall rise
With every morning sacrifice.
People and realms of every tongue
Dwell on his love with sweetest song
And infant voices shall proclaim
Their early blessings on his Name.
Blessings abound where'er he reigns;
The prisoner leaps to lose his chains,
The weary finds eternal rest,
And all the sons of want are blest.
Where he displays his healing power,
Sorrow and pain are known no more;
In him the tribes of Adam boast
More blessings than their father lost.
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Thanks to Brother Aaron Thomas of the Republic, MO Ecclesia