CHORUS. LET all the world in ev'ry corner sing, My God and King. VERSE. The heav'ns are not too high, His praise may thither flie: The earth is not too low, His praises there may grow. CHORUS. Let all the world in ev'ry corner sing, My God and King. VERSE. The church with psalms must shout, No doore can keep them out: But, above all, the heart Must bear the longest part. CHORUS. Let all the world in ev'ry corner sing, My God and King. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JEALOUSY by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE QUATRAIN: FROM EASTERN SOURCES: 3 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH IN AN OLD CEMETERY by LILLAH A. ASHLEY OLD SAUGATUCK MILL by GRACE JEWETT AUSTIN |