Thou shalt, O Lord, des­cend,
And all the king­doms bless;
Throughout the earth Thy realm ex­tend,
And judge in right­eous­ness.

The fruit­ful earth shall yield
A rich, in­creas­ing, store;
And God, who is to us re­vealed,
His choic­est gifts shall pour.

The bless­ings of His grace
He shall to us make known;
Till all the earth His laws em­brace,
And His do­min­ion own.

Let all the peo­ple raise
The loud thanks­giv­ing voice;
Let ev­ery na­tion sing Thy praise,
And ev­ery tongue re­joice.