Jesus does reign, where-e'er the sun, does his successive journeys run;
His Kingdom spread from shore to shore, till moons shall wax and wan no more!
To Him shall endless pray'r be made, and endless praises crown His head;
His name, like sweet perfume shall rise, with our daily sacrifice!
People and realms of every tongue, dwell on His love with sweetest song,
And infant voices do proclaim, their early blessings on His name!
Let every creature rise and bring, His grateful honor to our King;
Angels descend with songs again, and earth repeat the loud 'Amen'!
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