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.