This wide, wide world for Je­sus,
With all its sins and woes,
Its ang­uish and dis­eas­es,
Its sor­rows and its throes;
Though cursed and torn and blight­ed,
And sunk­en down in gloom,
God makes it, though be­night­ed,
The king­dom of His Son.

Christ is our king and rul­er,
Our hearts shall be His throne;
The Gosp­el’s great re­veal­er
Shall make us all His own;
We’ll sing His great sal­va­tion,
His tri­umph o’er His foes,
Till des­ert, land, and na­tion
Shall blos­som as the rose.