Thy king­dom come, O Lord,
Wide circ­ling as the sun;
Fulfill of old Thy Word
And make the na­tions one.

One in the bond of peace,
The ser­vice glad and free
Of truth and right­eous­ness,
Of love and eq­ui­ty.

Speed, speed the longed for time
Foretold by rap­tured seers—
The pro­phe­cy sub­lime,
The hope of all the years.

Till rise at last, to span
Its firm foun­da­tions broad,
The com­mon­wealth of man,
The ci­ty of our God.