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Soon shall the joyous song arise
Thro' all the hosts beneath the skies,
That song of triumph which records
That all the earth is now the Lord's.
Let all the Gentile kingdoms be
Subjected, mighty Lord, to thee!
And over land, and stream, and main,
Now wave the sceptre of thy reign.
Soon shall that glorious anthem swell,
And host to host the triumph tell,
That no rebellious foe remains,
But over all the Saviour reigns.