Sunday's Hymn
Sunday, October 25, 2009 at 1:42PM 
One of Watts’ objections to his church’s practice of singing only the metrical psalms is that people of the New Covenant need to sing songs of the New Covenant. This well-known hymn is Isaac Watts’ rewriting of part of Psalm 72, but he paraphrases it to feature the reign of Jesus, and in that way, makes it into a New Covenant hymn.
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.
Other hymns, worship songs, sermons etc. posted today:
- O Lord, All Glorious, Life of Life at The Happy Wonderer
- Meeting God from The Valley of Vision at The Upward Call
- Great God, What Do I See and Hear at Hiraeth
- Sing Praise to God Who Reigns Above at Tapestry of Graces
- Blessed God, in Thee Is Refuge at Fieldstone Cottage
- Your Weekly Dose of Spurgeon at Pyromaniacs: Be Bold
- Update: Lord’s Day 43 at The Thirsty Theologian
Have you posted a hymn (or sermon, sermon notes, prayer, etc.) today and I missed it? Let me know by leaving a link in the comments or by emailing me at the address in the sidebar and I’ll add your post to the list.
