King of the Ci­ty Splen­did,
Eternal in the height,
May all our coun­try’s ci­ties
Grow ho­ly in Thy sight;
Cleansed from the deeds of dark­ness—
Cities of light.

Teach love to glad­den child­ren
That know not child­hood’s mirth,
Wronged of their rights—no beau­ty
In their scant reach of earth;
To hope’s large sun­shine give them
A se­cond birth.

Give joy to all the joy­less,
Song’s voice to sor­rows dumb,
May light in­vade with bless­ing
Each dark and death­ly slum;
Into earth’s realms of hor­ror
Thy King­dom come!

Soon may our coun­try’s ci­ties
Thy robe of glo­ry wear;
Each place of toil a tem­ple,
Each house a home of pray­er;
Each ci­ty’s name of beau­ty—
The Lord is there!