Old-Line Primitive Baptist Hymn and Tune Book

122 (8.7.8.7.8.7) Thomas Kelly

Hark, ten thousand harps and voices

Sound the notes of praise above!

Jesus reigns, and heav'n rejoices;

Jesus reigns the God of love:

See, he sits on yonder throne;

Jesus rules the world alone.

Jesus, hail! Whose glory brightens

All above, and gives it worth:

Lord of life, thy smile enlightens,

Cheers, and charms thy saints on earth:

When we think of love like thine,

Lord, we own it love divine.

King of glory, reign forever,

Thine's an everlasting crown;

Nothing from thy love shall sever

Those whom thou hast made thine own

Happy objects of thy grace,

Destined to behold thy face.

Saviour, hasten thine appearing;

Bring — oh bring the glorious day,

When, the awful summons hearing,

Heav'n and earth shall pass away:

Then, with golden harps, we'll sing,

"Glory, glory to our King."