1  Father, let Thy kingdom come,

    Let it come with living power;

    Speak at length the final word,

    Usher in the triumph hour.

 2  As it came in days of old,

    In the deepest hearts of men,

    When Thy martyrs died for Thee,

    Let it come, O God, again.

 3  Tyrant thrones and idol shrines,

    Let them from their place be hurled;

    Enter on Thy better reign,

    Wear the crown of this poor world.

 4  Oh, what long, sad years have gone,

    Since Thy Church was taught this prayer;

    Oh, what eyes have watched and wept

    For the dawning everywhere.

 5  Break, triumphant day of God!

    Break at last our hearts to cheer;

    Throbbing souls and holy songs

    Wait to hail Thy dawning here.

 6  Empires, temples, scepters, thrones,

    May they all for God be won;

    And, in every human heart,

    Father, let Thy kingdom come.