O North, with all thy vales of green,

O South, with all thy palms!

From peopled towns and vales between,

Uplift the voice of psalms;

Raise, ancient East, the anthem high,

And let the youthful West reply.

Lo, in the clouds of heaven appears

God's well-beloved Son;

He brings a train of brighter years;

His kingdom is begun.

He comes, a guilty world to bless

With mercy, truth, and righteousness.

O Father, haste the promised hour,

When at his feet shall lie

All rule, authority, and power,

Beneath the ample sky;

When he shall reign from pole to pole,

The Lord of every human soul:

When all shall heed the words he said

Amid their daily cares,

And by the loving life he led

Shall seek to pattern theirs;

And he who conquered death shall win

The mightier conquest over sin.

Amen.