Hymns of the Christian Church.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
Isaac Watts16741748Hymns Based on Psalms
Does his successive journeys run,
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore
Till moons shall wax and wane no more.
And Europe her best tribute brings;
From north and south the princes meet
To pay their homage at his feet.
There India shines in eastern gold,
And barb’rous nations at his word
Submit and bow, and own their Lord.
And praises throng to crown his head;
His name, like sweet perfume, shall rise
With every morning sacrifice.
Dwell on his love with sweetest song,
And infant voices shall proclaim
Their early blessings on his name.
The prisoner leaps to loose his chains,
The weary find eternal rest,
And all the sons of want are blest.
Death and the curse are known no more.
In him the tribes of Adam boast
More blessings than their father lost.
Peculiar honors to our King,
Angels descend with songs again,
And earth repeat the loud Amen!