Jesus shall reign where e'er the sun
doth his successive journeys run;
his kingdom stretch from shore to shore,
till moons shall wax and wane no more.
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 where e'er he reigns:
the prisoner leaps to lose his chains,
the weary find eternal rest,
and all the sons of want are blest.
Let every creature rise and bring
peculiar honors to our King;
angels descend with songs again,
and earth repeat the loud Amen.
The missing verses (whoo!):
"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."
Words: Isaac Watts
The Lord will come and not be slow,
his footsteps cannot err;
before him righteousness shall go,
his royal harbinger.
Truth from the earth, like to a flower,
shall bud and blossom then;
and justice, from her heavenly bower,
look down on mortal men.
Surely to such as do him fear
salvation is at hand!
And glory shall ere long appear
to dwell within our land.
Rise, God, judge thou the earth in might,
this wicked earth redress;
for thou art he who shalt by right
the nations all possess.
The nations all whom thou hast made
shall come, and all shall frame
to bow them low before thee, Lord,
and glorify thy Name.
For great thou art, and wonders great
by thy strong hand are done:
thou in thy everlasting seat
remainest God alone.
Music: York, St. Stephen, Old 107th, Balfour, Coleshill
Meter: CM
"Hail to the Lord's Anointed"
by James Montgomery, 1771-1854
1. 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.
2. He comes with 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.
3. He shall come down like showers
Upon the fruitful earth,
And 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.
4. 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 ocean
In tribute at His feet.
5. Kings shall bow down before Him
And gold and incense bring;
All nations shall adore Him,
His praise all peoples sing;
To Him shall prayer unceasing
And daily vows ascend,
His kingdom still increasing,
A kingdom without end.
6. 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, --
That name to us is Love.
The Lutheran Hymnal
Hymn #59
Text: Ps. 72
Author: James Montgomery, 1821
Composer: Leonhart Schroeter, 1587
Tune: "Freut euch, ihr lieben"
“O Savior of our fallen race,
O Brightness of the Father’s face,
O Son who shared the Father’s might
Before the world knew day or night,
O Jesus, very Light of light,
Our constant star in sin’s deep night:
Now hear the prayers Your people pray
Throughout the world this holy day.
Remind us Lord of life and grace
How once, to save our fallen race,
You put our human vesture on
And came to us as Mary’s son.
Today, as year by year its light
Brings to our world a promise bright
One precious truth outshines the sun:
Salvation comes from You alone.
For from the Father’s throne You came,
His banished children to reclaim;
And earth and sea and sky revere
The love of Him who sent You here.
And we are jubilant today,
For You have washed our guilt away.
O hear the glad new song we sing
On this, the birth of Christ our King!
O Savior of our fallen race,
The world will see Your radiant face
For You who came to us before
Will come again and all restore.
Let songs of praise Your name adorn,
O Christ, Redeemer, virgin-born
Whom with the Father we adore
And Holy Spirit evermore. Alleluia!”
Original Lyrics: Christe Redemptor Omnium, Latin office hymn, circa 6th Century. Translated by Gilbert E. Doan, Jr. (1930-), Adapted by Kristyn Getty
Composer: Paul Manz
Publisher: Concordia Publishing House
Scripture Allusion: Revelation 22
Voicing: SATB
Pages: 8
Copies: 19
Publish Date: 1954
Peace be to you and grace from him
Who freed us from our sins,
Who loved us all and shed his blood
That we might saved be.
Sing holy, holy to our Lord,
The Lord, Almighty God,
Who was and is and is to come;
Sing holy, holy, Lord!
Rejoice in heaven, all ye that dwell therein,
Rejoice on earth, ye saints below,
For Chirst is coming, is coming soon!
E'en so, Lord Jesus, quickly come,
And night shall be no more;
they need no light nor lamp nor sun,
For Christ will be their all.
The advent of our King
our prayers must now employ,
and we must hymns of welcome sing
in strains of holy joy.
The everlasting Son
incarnate deigns to be;
himself a servant's form puts on
to set his servants free.
Daughter of Zion, rise
to meet thy lowly King,
nor let thy faithless heart despise
the peace he comes to bring.
As Judge, on clouds of light,
he soon will come again,
and all his scattered saints unite
with him in heaven to reign.
Before the dawning day
let sin's dark deeds be gone;
the old man all be put away,
the new man all put on.
All glory to the Son
who comes to set us free,
with Father, Spirit, ever One,
through all eternity.
Music: Franconia, St. Thomas (Williams)
1 O how shall we receive you,
How meet you on your way,
Blest hope of every nation,
Our soul's delight and stay?
O Jesus, Jesus, give us
Now by your own pure light
To know whate'er is pleasing
And welcome in your sight.
2 Your Zion palms is spreading,
And branches fresh and fair;
Our souls, to praise awaking,
An anthem shall prepare.
Unending thanks and praises
From our glad hearts shall spring;
And to your name the service
Of all our powers we bring.
3 Love caused your incarnation,
Love blessed humanity.
Your thirst for our salvation
Procured our liberty.
O love beyond all telling,
That led you to embrace,
In love all love excelling,
Our lost and troubled race.
4 You came, O Lord, with gladness,
In mercy and goodwill,
To bring an end to sadness
And bid our fears be still.
We welcome you, our Savior;
Come, gather us to you,
That in your light eternal
Our joyous home we'll view.
Amen.
Paul Gerhardt, translation: Arthur T. Russell
1. Calm on the listening ear of night
Come heaven's melodious strains,
Where wild Judea stretches forth
Her silver mantled plains.
Celestial choirs from courts above
Shed sacred glories there,
And angels, with their sparkling lyres,
Make music on the air.
2. The answering hills of Palestine
Send back the glad reply;
And greet, from all their holy heights,
The Day-Spring from on high.
O'er the blue depths of Galilee
There comes a holier calm,
And Sharon waves, in solemn praise,
Her silent groves of palm.
3. "Glory to God!" the lofty strain
The realm of ether fills;
How sweeps the song of solemn joy
O'er Judah's sacred hills!
"Glory to God!" the sounding skies
Loud with their anthems ring,
"Peace to the earth; good will to men,
From heaven's eternal King!"
4. Light on thy hills, Jerusalem!
The Savior now is born,
And bright on Bethlehem's joyous plains
Breaks the first Christmas morn.
And brightly on Moriah's brow
Crowned with her temple spires,
Which first proclaim the newborn light,
Clothed with its orient fires.
5. This day shall Christian tongues be mute,
And Christian hearts be cold?
Oh, catch the anthem that from heaven
O'er Judah's mountains rolled.
When burst upon that listening night
The high and solemn lay:
"Glory to God, on earth be peace,"
Salvation comes today!
Sheet Music by Edward J. Hopkins from Rev. Charles Lewis Hutchins, Carols Old and Carols New (Boston: Parish Choir, 1916), Carol #612