1 Thy kingdom come, O God, thy rule, O Christ, begin; break with thine iron rod the tyrannies of sin. 2 Where is thy 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 thy face before? 4 We pray thee, Lord, arise, and come in thy great might; revive our longing eyes, which languish for thy sight. 5 Men scorn thy sacred name, and wolves devour thy fold; by many deeds of shame we learn that love grows cold. 6 O'er lands both near and far thick darkness broodeth yet: arise, O Morning Star, arise, and never set!