Great God, whose universal sway
The known and unknown worlds obey,
Now give the kingdom to Thy Son,
Extend His power, exalt His throne.

Thy scepter well becomes His hands,
All Heav’n submits to His commands;
His justice shall avenge the poor,
And pride and rage prevail no more.

With power He vindicates the just,
And treads th’oppressor in the dust;
His worship and His fear shall last,
Till hours, and years, and time be past.

As rain on meadows newly mown,
So shall He send His influence down;
His grace on fainting souls distils,
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.

The saints shall flourish in His days,
Dressed in the robes of joy and praise
Peace, like a river from His throne,
Shall flow to nations yet unknown.

Hail to the Lord’s anointed, great David’s greater Son!
Hail in the time appointed, His reign on earth begun!
He comes to break oppression, to set the captive free;
To take away transgression and rule in equity.

He comes in succor speedy to those who suffer wrong;
To help the poor and needy, and bid the weak be strong;
To give them songs for sighing, their darkness turn to light,
Whose souls, condemned and dying, were precious in His sight.

By such shall He be fearèd while sun and moon endure;
Beloved, obeyed, reverèd; for He shall judge the poor
Through changing generations, with justice, mercy, truth,
While stars maintain their stations, or moons renew their youth.

He shall come down like showers upon the fruitful earth;
Love, joy, and hope, like flowers, spring in His path to birth.
Before Him, on the mountains, shall peace, the herald, go,
And righteousness, in fountains, from hill to valley flow.

Arabia’s desert ranger to Him shall bow the knee;
The Ethiopian stranger His glory come to see;
With offerings of devotion ships from the isles shall meet,
To pour the wealth of oceans in tribute at His feet.

Kings shall fall down before Him, and gold and incense bring;
All nations shall adore Him, His praise all people sing;
For He shall have dominion o’er river, sea and shore,
Far as the eagle’s pinion or dove’s light wing can soar.

For Him shall prayer unceasing and daily vows ascend;
His kingdom still increasing, a kingdom without end:
The mountain dews shall nourish a seed in weakness sown,
Whose fruit shall spread and flourish and shake like Lebanon.

O’er every foe victorious, He on His throne shall rest;
From age to age more glorious, all blessing and all blest.
The tide of time shall never His covenant remove;
His Name shall stand forever, His Name to us is Love.

O God, to Thine anointed King
Give truth and righteousness;
Thy people He will justly judge
And give the poor redress.
Then every fruitful mountainside
Shall yield its rich increase,
And righteousness in all the land
Shall bear the fruit of peace.

The poor man’s cause He will maintain,
The needy He will bless,
And He will break the strength of those
Who would the poor oppress.
So men shall fear Thee while the sun
In daily splendor glows,
And through all ages, while the moon
On earth its light bestows.

Like rain upon the newborn grass,
That falls refreshingly,
Like gentle showers that cheer the earth,
So shall His coming be.
The righteous in His glorious day
Shall flourish and increase,
The earth, until the moon shall fade,
Shall have abundant peace.

The clouds of judgment gather,
The time is growing late;
Be sober and be watchful;
Our Judge is at the gate:
The Judge Who comes in mercy,
The Judge Who comes in might
To put an end to evil
And diadem the right.

Arise, O true disciples,
Let wrong give way to right,
And penitential shadow
To Jesus’ blessèd light:
The light that has no evening,
That knows no moon or sun,
The light so new and golden,
The light that is but one.

The home of fadeless splendor,
Of blooms that bear no thorn,
Where they shall dwell as children
Who here as exiles mourn;
The peace of all the faithful,
The calm of all the blest,
Inviolate, unfading,
Divinest, sweetest, best.

Oh, happy, holy portion,
Relief for all distressed,
True vision of true beauty,
Refreshment for the blest!
Strive now to win that glory;
Toil now to gain that light;
Send hope ahead to grasp it,
Till hope be lost in sight.

Judge eternal, throned in splendor,
Lord of lords and King of kings,
With Thy living fire of judgment
Purge this land of bitter things;
Solace all its wide dominion
With the healing of Thy wings.

Still the weary folk are pining
For the hour that brings release;
And the city’s crowded clangor
Cries aloud for sin to cease.
And the homesteads and the woodlands
Plead in silence for their peace.

Crown, O God, Thine own endeavor;
Cleave our darkness with Thy sword;
Feed the faint and hungry heathen
With the richness of Thy Word;
Cleanse the body of this nation
Through the Gospel of the Lord.

All the world for Jesus!
Be this our earnest aim;
To spread the blessèd tidings
Of Him Who once was slain.

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All the world for Jesus,
Let ev’ry creature sing;
All the world for Jesus,
Our great eternal King.

All the world for Jesus!
Let each one pray and give,
Until remotest nations
Shall look to Him and live.

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All the world for Jesus!
We’ll give, at His behest,
To raise the poor and helpless,
Till all have Christ confessed.

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All the world for Jesus!
And Jesus for the world!
Forever be His banner
Of victory unfurled.

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Bright as the sun’s meridian blaze,
Vast as the blessings He conveys,
Wide as His reign from pole,
And permanent as His control.

So, Jesus, let Thy kingdom come;
Then sin and hell’s terrific gloom
Shall at His brightness flee away,
The dawn of an eternal day.

Then shall the heathen, filled with awe,
Learn the blest knowledge of Thy law,
And antichrist on every shore,
Fall from his throne to rise no more.

Christ shall be King of the whole wide world,
He shall be King, let praises ring!
Under His banner of love unfurled,
There shall be gathered the whole wide world,
And Christ shall be the King.

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Over all the world Christ shall be the King,
Over all the world let His praises ring;
Every land and nation
Shall know His great salvation;
Christ shall be the King,
He shall be the King.

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Christ shall be King over land and sea,
He shall be King, let praises ring!
He who redeemed us and made us free,
King of the world shall forever be,
Yes, Christ shall be the King.

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Christ shall be King in my heart today,
He shall be King, let praises ring!
Over each thought and each purpose sway,
All that I have shall be His alway,
For Christ shall be the King.

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His wide dominion shall extend
From sea to utmost sea,
And unto earth’s remotest bounds
His peaceful rule shall be.

The tribes that in the desert dwell
Shall bow before His throne;
His enemies shall be subdued,
And He shall rule alone.

The kings shall come from distant lands
And islands of the sea;
Oblations they shall bring to Him
And wait on bended knee.

Yea, all the kings shall bow to Him,
His rule all nations hail;
He will regard the poor man’s cry
When other helpers fail.

The poor and needy He shall spare,
And save their souls from fear;
He shall redeem them from all wrong,
Their life to Him is dear.

So they shall live and bring to Him
Their gifts of finest gold;
For Him shall constant prayer be made,
His praise each day be told.

Jesus, immortal King, arise!
Assume, assert Thy sway,
Till earth, subdued, its tribute brings,
And distant lands obey.

Ride forth, victorious Conqueror, ride,
Till all Thy foes submit,
And all the powers of hell resign
Their trophies at Thy feet.

Send forth Thy Word and let it fly
The spacious earth around,
Till every soul beneath the sun
Shall hear the joyful sound.

O may the dear Redeemer’s Name
Through every clime be known,
And heathen gods, like Dagon, fall,
And Jesus reign alone!

O hasten, Lord, the happy time,
That long expected day,
When every kingdom, every tribe,
Shall own Thy gentle sway.

When all the untutored tribes
Shall the Redeemer own,
And crowds of willing converts come
To worship at Thy throne.

From sea to sea, from shore to shore,
Be thou, O Christ, adored,
And earth with all her millions shout
Hosannas to the Lord!

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.

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 barb’rous nations at His word
Submit, and bow, and own their Lord.

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.

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 wherever He reigns;
The prisoner leaps to lose his chains;
The weary find eternal rest,
And all the sons of want are blessed.

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 honors to our King;
Angels descend with songs again,
And earth repeat the loud amen!

Great God, whose universal sway
The known and unknown worlds obey,
Now give the kingdom to Thy Son,
Extend His power, exalt His throne.

The scepter well becomes His hands;
All Heav’n submits to His commands;
His justice shall avenge the poor,
And pride and rage prevail no more.

With power He vindicates the just,
And treads th’oppressor in the dust:
His worship and His fear shall last
Till hours, and years, and time be past.

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.

The saints shall flourish in His days,
Dressed in the robes of joy and praise;
Peace, like a river, from His throne
Shall flow to nations yet unknown.

Jesus, the Conqueror, reigns,
In glorious strength arrayed,
His kingdom over all maintains,
And bids the earth be glad.
Ye sons of men, rejoice
In Jesus’ mighty love,
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice
To Him who rules above.

Extol His kingly power,
Kiss the exalted Son,
Who died, and lives, to die no more,
High on His Father’s throne;
Our Advocate with God,
He undertakes our cause,
And spreads through all the earth abroad
The victory of His cross.

That bloody banner see,
And in your Captain’s sight,
Fight the good fight of faith with me,
My fellow soldiers, fight!
In mighty phalanx joined,
To battle all proceed;
Armed with the unconquerable mind
Which was in Christ your Head.

Urge on your rapid course,
Ye blood besprinkled bands;
The heavenly kingdom suffers force,
’Tis seized by violent hands;
See there the starry crown
That glitters through the skies!
Satan, the world, and sin, tread down,
And take the glorious prize.

Through much distress and pain,
Through many a conflict here,
Through blood, ye must the entrance gain;
Yet, O disdain to fear!
Courage! your Captain cries,
Who all your toil foreknew
Toil ye shall have; yet all despise,
I have o’ercome for you.

The world cannot withstand
Its ancient conqueror,
The world must sink beneath
The hand which arms us for the war;
This is the victory!
Before our faith they fall;
Jesus hath died for you and me;
Believe, and conquer all!

Jesus, Thou everlasting King,
Accept the tribute which we bring;
Accept the well deserved renown,
And wear our praises as Thy crown.

Daughters of Zion, come, behold
The crown of honor and of gold
Which the glad church, with joys unknown,
Placed on the head of Solomon.

Let every act of worship be
Like our espousals, Lord, to Thee;
Like the dear hour when from above,
We first received Thy pledge of love.

The gladness of that happy day,
Our hearts would wish it long to stay;
Nor let our faith forsake its hold,
Nor comfort sink, nor love grow cold.

Each following minute, as it flies,
Increase Thy praise, improve our joys,
Till we are raised to sing Thy Name,
At the great supper of the Lamb.

O that the months would roll away,
And bring that coronation day!
The King of Grace shall fill the throne,
With all His Father’s glories on.

Soon may the last glad song arise
Through all the millions of the skies,
That song of triumph which records
That all the earth is now the Lord’s.

Let thrones and powers and kingdoms be
Obedient, mighty God, to Thee;
And over land and stream and main
Wave Thou the scepter of Thy reign.

O let that glorious anthem swell,
Let host to host the triumph tell,
Till not one rebel heart remains,
But over all the Savior reigns!

In lands where the Andes rise crowned to the sun,
In lands where the rivers flow mighty and strong,
Where Antarctic waves beat an unconquered song,
And forests untrodden stand virgin and tall.

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Let the Christ that is living reign over all!
Let the Christ that is living reign over all!

Where struggle in birth throes a new race of men—
The sons of the Incas, the sons of old Spain—
Thro’ darkness and error, thro’ striving and pain,
May angels of righteousness sound forth the call,

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Not Christ on the cross with His head bowed in death,
But Christ who in triumph arose from the grave;
The Christ who is present thro’ all time to save;
The Christ who delivers from death’s gloomy pall.

Behold the hands stretched out for aid,
Darkened by sin and sore dismayed;
Oh, will you to their rescue go,
Lost wand’rers down to endless woe?

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We’ll girdle the globe with salvation,
With holiness unto the Lord;
And light shall illumine each nation,
The light from the lamp of His Word.

In heathen lands they watch and wait,
And sigh for help which comes so late,
And grope in sin and nature’s night,
Forever vainly seeking light.

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Oh, flash the tidings! shout the sound,
In darkest lands the world around,
Till all the earth from pole to pole,
Shall full salvation echoes roll.

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The watch fires kindle far and near,
In ev’ry land let them appear,
Till burning lines of Gospel fire,
Shall gird the world and mount up higher.

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