Jesus shall reign where’er the sun

Doth his successive journeys run,

His Kingdom stretch from 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.

People and realms of every tongue

Dwell on His love with sweetest song,

And infant voices shall proclaim

Their young hosannas to His name.

Let every creature rise, and bring

Its grateful honours to our King,

Angels descend with songs again,

And earth prolong the joyful strain.