1 Thy kingdom come, O God,
Thy rule, O Christ, begin;
Break with thine iron rod
The tyrannies of sin.
2 Bring quick thy reign of peace,
Bring purity and love­
Then shall all hatred cease;
Bring joy from heav'n above.
3 We pray thee, Lord, arise,
And manifest thy might:
Revive our longing eyes
Which languish for the sight.
4 Oh! haste the promised time
When war shall be no more,
Oppression, lust, and crime
Shall flee thy face before.
5 O'er Gentile lands afar
Thick darkness broodeth yet:
Arise O morning Star,
Arise, and never set.