Psalm 72 (Version 2, Part 2)

Jesus shall reign where'er the sun

Does his successive journies run;

His kingdom stretch from shore to shore,

Till moons shall wax and wane no more.

[Behold the islands with their kings,

And Europe her best tribute brings;

From north to south the princes meet

To pay their homage at his feet.

There Persia glorious to behold,

There India shines in eastern gold:

And barbarous nations at his word

Submit, and bow, and own their Lord.]

For him shall endless prayer be made

And princes 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 find eternal rest,

And all the sons of want are blest.

[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.

Let every creature rise, and bring

Peculiar honours to our King;

Angels descend with songs again,

And earth repeat the long Amen.]