Scripture Verse

Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done. Luke 11:2


Words: Lew­is Hens­ley, Hymns for the Mi­nor Sun­days from Ad­vent to Whit­sun­tide (Lon­don: Bell & Dal­dy, 1867).

Music: St. Ce­ci­lia (Hayne) Leigh­ton G. Hayne, Mer­ton Tune Book 1863 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Hayne (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),


Thy king­dom come, O God,
Thy rule, O Christ, be­gin;
Break with Thine ir­on rod
The ty­ran­nies of sin.

Where is Thy reign of peace,
And pu­ri­ty, and love?
When shall all hat­red cease,
As in the realms above?

When comes the pro­mised time
That war shall be no more—
Oppression, lust, and crime,
Shall flee Thy face be­fore?

We pray Thee, Lord, arise,
And come in Thy great might;
Revive our long­ing eyes,
Which lang­uish for Thy sight.

Men scorn Thy sac­red name,
And wolves de­vour Thy fold;
By ma­ny deeds of shame
We learn that love grows cold.

O’er hea­then lands afar
Thick dark­ness brood­eth yet:
Arise, O Morn­ing Star,
Arise, and ne­ver set!