Judge Eternal, Throned in Splendor |
Henry S. Holland, 1902
Judge eternal, throned in splendor, Lord of lords and King of kings, With Thy living fire of judgment Purge this realm of bitter things; Solace all its wide dominion With the healing of Thy wings. | 2. Still the weary folk are pining For the hour that brings release; And the city's crowded clangor Cries aloud for sin to cease; And the homesteads and the woodlands Plead in silence for their peace. |
3. Crown, O God, Thine own endeavor; Cleave our darkness with Thy sword; Feed the faint and hungry peoples With the richness of Thy Word; Cleanse the body of this nation Thro' the glory of the Lord. |