Come, king­dom of our God,
Sweet reign of light and love!
Shed peace and hope and joy abroad,
And wis­dom, from above.

Over our spir­its first
Extend Thy heal­ing reign;
There raise and quench the sac­red thirst
That ne­ver pains again.

Come, king­dom of our God!
And make the broad earth Thine;
Stretch o’er her lands and isles the rod
That flow­ers with grace di­vine.

Soon may all tribes be blest
With fruit from life’s glad tree;
And in its shade like bro­thers rest,
Sons of one fa­mi­ly.

Come, king­dom of our God,
And raise the glo­ri­ous throne
In worlds by the un­dy­ing trod,
When God shall bless His own.