Judge Eternal, Throned in Splendor

Judge eter­nal

throned in splen­dor

Lord of lords and King of kings

With Thy liv­ing fire of judg­ment

Purge this land of bit­ter things;

Solace all its wide do­min­ion

With the heal­ing of Thy wings.

Still the wea­ry folk are pin­ing

For the hour that brings re­lease;

And the ci­ty’s crowd­ed clang­or

Cries aloud for sin to cease.

And the home­steads and the wood­lands

Plead in si­lence for their peace.

Crown

O God

Thine own en­dea­vor;

Cleave our dark­ness with Thy sword;

Feed the faint and hun­gry hea­then

With the rich­ness of Thy Word;

Cleanse the bo­dy of this na­tion

Through the Gos­pel of the Lord.