Thy Kingdom Come, O God

Thy king­dom come

O God

Thy rule

O Christ

be­gin;

Break with Thine 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 pro­mised time

That war shall be no more—

Oppression

lust

and crime

Shall flee Thy face be­fore?

We pray Thee

Lord

arise

And come in Thy great might;

Revive 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 nev­er set!