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Jesus shall reign where’er the sun
Doth his successive journeys run;
His Kingdom stretch from shore to shore,
Till moons shall wax and wane no more.
Doth his successive journeys run;
His Kingdom stretch from shore to shore,
Till moons shall wax and wane no more.
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To Him shall endless prayer be made.
And princes throng to crown His head,
His name like sweet perfume shall rise
With every morning sacrifice.
And princes throng to crown His head,
His name like sweet perfume shall rise
With every morning sacrifice.
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People and realms of every tongue
Dwell on His love with sweetest song;
And infant voices shall proclaim
Their early blessings on His name.
Dwell on His love with sweetest song;
And infant voices shall proclaim
Their early blessings on His name.
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Blessings abound where’er He reigns:
The prisoner leaps to lose his chains,
The weary find eternal rest,
And all the sons of want are blest.
The prisoner leaps to lose his chains,
The weary find eternal rest,
And all the sons of want are blest.
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Where He displays His healing power
Death and the curse are known no more;
In Him the tribes of Adam boast
More blessings than their father lost.
Death and the curse are known no more;
In Him the tribes of Adam boast
More blessings than their father lost.
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Let every creature rise and bring
Peculiar honors to our King;
Angels descend with songs again,
And earth repeat the loud Amen.
Peculiar honors to our King;
Angels descend with songs again,
And earth repeat the loud Amen.
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Accra, GTA, Ghana
Inspiring Hymn.
Let's repeat LOUD AMEN.
Northampton, Northamptonshire
Read Psalm 72 this morning and began to sing this hymn which I haven't sung for over 60 years. The Holy Spirit has brought it to my mind!
Kumasi, Kumasi Metropolitan Assembly, Ghana
Where he displays his power death and curse are known no more
Perth, Western Australia, Australia
Hearing Psalm 72 yesterday this came back to me from high school around 1965-70. Didn't know Jesus then but the power of these words and melody clearly found their way into the soil of my heart and bore fruit 14 years later. How wonderful He is, matchless Jesus.
Harrisonburg, Virginia, United States
It has been a long time since I have heard this one, brings back memories of my teen years long ago.
PortHarcourt, Rivers, Nigeria
Takes me back to my growing up years. My father and mother leading the hymn during family devotions in the evening. We need you Lord Jesus, now more than ever.
São Paulo, Brazil
Lovely him that takes me back to my high school, boarding school days in the early 1960s, in Africa, a hymn not only an awakening call but one of praise that also calls for one’s dedication to the mission of propagating the Gospel. May He reign for ever and ever, amen.
Mufulira, Copperbelt, Zambia
A sure assurance hymn that draws me closer and to God and family. Make me feel his presence. It reminds me of my mother - Doris Mumba Mwansa who had a closer walk with her God and her favourite Psalm 94:9 He who planted the ear, does he not hear? ... A hymn that stands a test of time.
United States
One of the earliest hymns written with a missionary emphasis. This is another of the more than 600 hymns written by Isaac Watts. When this text was written in 1719, the evangelical missionary movement had scarcely begun. It was not until 1779 that William Carey began to stir Christians with their responsibility to fulfill the Great Commission to the heathen. An Anglican Bishop once told Carey, “ Young man, if God wants to save the heathen, he will do so without any help from you. ”
This is considered one of the finest missionary hymns ever written and one of the most widely used. The text, one of the newer metrical versions of the psalms by Watts, is a paraphrase of Psalm 72. It has been sung by missionaries in many different languages.
The story is told of an event in the South Sea Islands in 1862 when 5, 000 natives sang this hymn as their native king replaced a pagan constitution with a Christian one.
The tune, ”Duke Street, ” was composed for this text by John Hatton in 1793. Nothing much is known about Hatton except that he was born in Warrington, England, and that he was killed in a stagecoach accident shortly after composing this tune. The tune is thought to be named after the street on which he lived in the village of St. Hellen’s England. The tune first appeared in Henry Boyd’s “A Select Collection of Psalms and Hymn Tunes in 1793. ” It was originally intended for use with Addison’s setting of Psalm 19.
This is the icing my cake this morning.
What joy the celebration of the birth of Jesus brings..
The last stanza say it all.