Thy Kingdom Come (McKibbin)

Thy king­dom come! and shall not each one sing it

On land and sea

where’er His ban­ner goes?

Thy king­dom come! shall we not strive to bring it

The grace that saves the world from hu­man woes?

Thy king­dom come! the glo­ri­ous tri­umph hast­en

When peo­ples all shall crown Him King of kings;

Saints shall re­joice

and an­gels stop to list­en

While earth His ev­er­last­ing glo­ry sings.

Thy king­dom come! O haste to tell the mes­sage

The world is dy­ing for the Word of God;

Send out the light

that Christ may see the fruit­age

The world re­deemed that His own feet have trod.

Thy king­dom come! He waits to bless the na­tions

’Tis ours to bring them quick­ly to His feet;

Make this the time to tram­ple sin’s foun­da­tions

And lead the err­ing to the mer­cy seat.