Isaac Watts, 1719
Inspired by Psalm 72
Jesus shall reign where’er the sun
Does its successive journeys run,
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore,
‘Till moons shall wax and wane no more.
Behold the nations great with sin,
Numbers untold that He will win.
From east to west the peoples meet
To bend in worship at His feet.
To Him shall endless prayer be made,
And praises throng to crown His head.
His name like sweet perfume shall rise
With every morning sacrifice.
Great God, whose universal sway
The known and unknown worlds obey,
Now give the kingdom to Thy Son
Extend His power, exalt His throne.
As rain on meadows newly mown,
So shall He send His influence down;
His grace on fainting souls distills,
Like heav’nly dew on thirsty hills.
The heathen lands, that lie beneath
The shades of overspreading death,
Revive at His first dawning light
And deserts blossom at the sight.