Judge eternal, throned in
splendor,
Lord of lords and King of
kings,
With Thy living fire of
judgment
Purge this land of bitter
things;
Solace all its wide dominion
With the healing of Thy
wings.
Still the weary
folk are pining
For the hour that brings
release;
And the city�s crowded
clangor
Cries aloud for sin to
cease.
And the homesteads and the
woodlands
Plead in silence for their
peace.
Crown, O God, Thine own
endeavor;
Cleave our darkness with Thy
sword;
Feed the faint and hungry
heathen
With the richness of Thy
Word;
Cleanse the body of this
nation
Through the Gospel of the
Lord.
