Judge Eternal Throned In Splendour

Judge eternal, throned in splendor, Lord of lords and King of kings, With Thy living fire of judgment Purge this [land/realm] 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.