Our Lord, you stood in Pi­late’s hall,
His judg­ment to en­dure.
Yet all he ruled would one day fall;
You reign for­ev­er­more!

You are our king, and yet you said
It’s not by sword or might;
Where truth is lived and love is spread,
Your reign comes into sight.

Where peo­ple live in deep des­pair,
Forgotten, hurt, alone,
We hear their ur­gent, whis­pered pray­er:
When will your reign be known?

And where your Chris­tian church today
Is migh­ty, rich and strong,
Lord, may we not for­get your Way,
Nor lose your king­dom’s song.

Thy king­dom come, thy will be done
Not just in hea­ven above;
May we on earth obey your Son,
Who reigns o’er all in love.