THY Kingdom come, O God;
Thy rule, O Christ, begin:
Break with Thy iron rod
The tyrannies of sin.
Where is Thy reign of peace;
And purity and love?
When shall all hatred cease,
As in the realms above?
When comes the promise time
That war shall be no more,
And lust, oppression, crime,
Shall flee Thy face before?
We pray Thee, Lord arise,
And come in Thy great might;
Receive our longing eyes,
Which languish for Thy sight
Men scorn Thy sacred Name,
And wolves devour Thy fold;
By many deeds of shame
We learn that love grows cold.
O’er heathen lands afar
Thick darkness broodeth yet;
Arise, O Morning Star,
Arise, and ever set.