Thy Kingdom Come The Heathen Lands
“Thy kingdom come!” The heathen lands,
In error sunk, Thy presence crave;
And victims bound by tyrant hands
Implore Thee, Father, come and save!
“Thy kingdom come!” Each troubled mind
In doubt and darkness calls for Thee;
For Thou hast eyes to give the blind,
And strength to set the captive free.
Thy reign of peace and love begin!
Too oft the Christian’s sacred name
Is stained by wrath and shamed by sin;
O, come, assert the gospel’s claim!
O, never in that righteous cause
Our hearts be slow, our voices dumb;
Upon the glorious theme we pause,
And fervent pray, “Thy kingdom come!”