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.