They will bring all your brothers, from all the nations, to My holy mountain in Jerusalem. Isaiah 6:20
Shout, for the blessèd Jesus reigns;
Through distant lands His triumphs spread;
And sinners, freed from endless pains,
Own Him their Savior and their head.
His sons and daughters from afar;
Daily at Zion’s gates arrive;
Those who were dead in sin before
By sovereign grace are made alive.
Oppressors bow beneath His feet,
O’ercome by His victorious power;
Princes in humble posture wait,
And scorners tremble and adore.
Gentiles and Jews shall Him obey,
Nations remote their offerings bring,
And unconstrained their homage pay
To their exalted Lord and king.
O may His conquests still increase,
And every foe His arm subdue;
While angels celebrate His praise,
And saints His growing glories new.
Loud hallelujahs to the Lamb,
From all below, and all above;
In lofty songs exalt His name,
In songs as lasting as His love.