Jesus shall reign where're 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.

Blessings abound where're He reigns; The prisoner leaps to lose his chains; The weary find eternal rest; And all the sons of want are blest.