S. M.
Johns.
Come, kingdom of our God,
Sweet reign of light and love!
Shed peace, and hope, and joy abroad,
And wisdom from above.
Over our spirits first
Extend thy healing reign;
There raise and quench the sacred thirst,
That never pains again.
Come, kingdom of our God!
And make the broad earth thine;
Stretch o’er her lands and isles the rod
That flowers with grace divine.
Soon may all tribes be blest
With fruit from life’s glad tree;
And in its shade like brothers rest,
Sons of one family.
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