Does his successive journeys run,
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore
Till moons shall wax and wane no more.
And endless praises crown His head;
His name, like sweet perfume, shall rise
With ev'ry morning sacrifice.
Dwell on His love with sweetest song;
And infant voices shall proclaim
Their early blessings on His name.
The pris'ner leaps, unloosed 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.

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