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...DOMESDAY BOOK: AT NICE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS GEORGE MOORE by MARIANNE MOORE UPLANDS IN MAY by CARL SANDBURG AT CASTLE BOTEREL by THOMAS HARDY THE ANNOYER by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS DRINKING ODE by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE |