Thy Kingdom Come, on Bended Knee

Thy king­dom come! on bend­ed knee

The pass­ing ag­es pray;

And faith­ful souls have yearned to see

On earth that king­dom’s day.

But the slow watch­es of the night

Not less to God be­long;

And for the ev­er­last­ing right

The si­lent stars are strong.

And lo

al­ready on the hills

The flags of dawn ap­pear;

Gird up your loins

ye pro­phet souls

Proclaim the day is near.

The day in whose clear shin­ing light

All wrong shall stand re­vealed

When jus­tice shall be throned in might

And ev­ery hurt be healed.

When know­ledge

hand in hand with peace

Shall walk the earth abroad;

The day of per­fect right­eous­ness

The pro­mised day of God.