Your Kingdom come, O God
Your rule, O Christ, begin;
Break with your iron rod,
The tyrannies of sin.

Where is your reign of peace;
And purity, and love?
When shall all hatred cease,
As in the realms above.

Where comes the promised time,
That war shall be no more-
Oppression, lust, and crime,
Shall flee Your face before?

We pay You, Lord, arise,
And come in Your great might;
Receive o'ur longing eyes,
Which languish for Your sight.