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Psalm 72 Part 2

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.]

For 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 where'er he reigns, The pris'ner 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 honors to our King; Angels descend with songs again, And earth repeat the long Amen.]