Thy kingdom come, on bended knee

Thy Kingdom come, on bended knee
the passing ages pray;
and faithful souls have longed to see
on earth that Kingdom’s day:

But the slow watches of the night
no less to God belong;
and for the everlasting right
the silent stars are strong

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And lo, already on the hills
the flags of dawn appear;
gird up your loins, ye prophet souls,
proclaim the day is near:

The day in whose clear-shining light
all wrong shall be revealed,
when justice shall be throned in might,
and ev’ry hurt be healed.