Thy Kingdom Come, O Lord

Thy king­dom come

O Lord

Wide circ­ling as the sun;

Fulfill of old Thy Word

And make the na­tions one.

One in the bond of peace

The serv­ice glad and free

Of truth and right­eous­ness

Of love and eq­ui­ty.

Speed

speed the longed for time

Foretold by rap­tured seers—

The pro­phe­cy sub­lime

The hope of all the years.

Till rise at last

to span

Its firm foun­da­tions broad

The com­mon­wealth of man

The ci­ty of our God.