O North, with All Thy Vales of Green

O North

with all thy vales of green

O South

with all thy palms!

From peo­pled towns and vales be­tween

Uplift the voice of psalms;

Raise

an­cient East

the an­them high

And let the youth­ful West re­ply.

Lo

in the clouds of Heav’n ap­pears

God’s well be­lov­èd Son

He brings a train of bright­er years;

His king­dom is begun.

He comes

a guil­ty world to bless

With mer­cy

truth

and right­eous­ness.

O Fa­ther

haste the pro­mised hour

When at His feet shall lie

All rule

au­tho­ri­ty

and pow­er

Beneath the am­ple sky;

When He shall reign from pole to pole

The Lord of ev­ery hu­man soul.

When all shall heed the words He said

Amid their dai­ly cares

And by the lov­ing life He led

Shall seek to pat­tern theirs;

And He who con­quered death shall win

The migh­ti­er con­quest ov­er sin.