O North, with all thy vales of green,

O South, with all thy palms,

From peopled towns, and fields between,

Uplift the voice of psalms;

Raise, ancient East, the anthem high,

And let the youthful West reply.

2 Lo! in the clouds of heaven appears

God’s well-belovéd Son;

He brings a train of brighter years—

His kingdom is begun:

He comes, a guilty world to bless

With mercy, truth and righteousness.

3 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.

4 When all shall heed the words he said,

Amid their daily cares,

And by the loving life he led

Shall strive to pattern theirs;

And he who conquered Death shall win,

The mighty conquest over Sin.