1
Father, let Thy kingdom come,
Let it come with living power;
Speak at length the final word,
Usher in the triumph hour.
Let it come with living power;
Speak at length the final word,
Usher in the triumph hour.
2
As it came in days of old,
In the deepest hearts of men,
When Thy martyrs died for Thee,
Let it come, O God, again.
In the deepest hearts of men,
When Thy martyrs died for Thee,
Let it come, O God, again.
3
Tyrant thrones and idol shrines,
Let them from their place be hurled;
Enter on Thy better reign,
Wear the crown of this poor world.
Let them from their place be hurled;
Enter on Thy better reign,
Wear the crown of this poor world.
4
Oh, what long, sad years have gone,
Since Thy Church was taught this prayer;
Oh, what eyes have watched and wept
For the dawning everywhere.
Since Thy Church was taught this prayer;
Oh, what eyes have watched and wept
For the dawning everywhere.
5
Break, triumphant day of God!
Break at last our hearts to cheer;
Throbbing souls and holy songs
Wait to hail Thy dawning here.
Break at last our hearts to cheer;
Throbbing souls and holy songs
Wait to hail Thy dawning here.
6
Empires, temples, scepters, thrones,
May they all for God be won;
And, in every human heart,
Father, let Thy kingdom come.
May they all for God be won;
And, in every human heart,
Father, let Thy kingdom come.