1 Your kingdom come, O God,
Your rule, O Christ, begin;
break with Your iron rod
the tyrannies of sin.

2 Where is Your reign of peace
and purity and love?
When shall all hatred cease,
as in the realms above?

3 When comes the promised time,
that war shall be no more,
and lust, oppression, crime
shall flee Your face before?

4 O Lord our God, arise
and come in Your great might!
Revive our longing eyes,
which languish for Your sight.

5 Scorned is Your sacred name,
and wolves devour Your fold;
by many deeds of shame
we learn that love grows cold.

6 On nations near or far
thick darkness gathers yet:
arise, O Morning Star,
arise and never set!