Judge eternal, throned in splendour,

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 clangour

Cries aloud for sin to cease;

And the homesteads and the woodlands

Plead in silence for their peace.

Crown, O God, thine own endeavour;

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 glory of the Lord.

Amen.