4 Ye, by fiercer anguish torn, In remorse for guilt who mourn, Here repose your heavy care: Who the stings of guilt can bear?
5 Sinner, come! for here is found Balm that flows for every wound; Peace that ever shall endure, Rest eternal, sacred, sure.
1 Jesus shall reign where'er the sun Does his successive journeys run; His kingdom stretch from shore to shore Till moons shall wax and wane no more.
2 For him shall endless prayer be made, And endless praises crown his head; His name, like sweet perfume, shall rise With every morning sacrifice.
3 People and realms of every tongue Dwell on his love with sweetest song; And infant voices shall proclaim Their early blessings on his name.
4 Blessings abound where'er he reigns; The joyful prisoner bursts his chains; The weary find eternal rest, And all the sons of want are blest.
5 Let every creature rise and bring Peculiar honors to our King; Angels descend with songs again And earth repeat the loud Amen.
1 The Lord will come, and not be slow; His footsteps cannot err; Before him righteousness shall go, His royal harbinger.
2 The nations all whom thou hast made Shall come, and all shall frame To bow them low before thee, Lord, And glorify thy name.
3 Truth from the earth, like to a flower, Shall bud and blossom then, And Justice, from her heavenly bower, Look down on mortal men.
4 Thee will I praise, O Lord, my God, Thee honor and adore With my whole heart, and blaze abroad Thy name for evermore.
5 For great thou art, and wonders great By thy strong hand are done: Thou, in thy everlasting seat, Remainest God alone.
1 Jesus his empire shall extend; Beneath his gentle sway Kings of the earth shall humbly bend, And his commands obey.
2 From sea to sea, from shore to shore, All nations shall be blest; We hear the noise of war no more,-- He gives his people rest.
3 As clouds descend in gentle showers, When spring renews her reign; And call to life the fragrant flowers O'er forest, hill and plain;--
4 So Jesus, by his heavenly grace, Descends on man below, And o'er the millions of our race His gentle blessings flow.
5 All that the reign of sin destroyed, The Saviour shall restore; And, from the treasures of the Lord, Shall give us blessings more.