Classic Poem

Thy kingdom come, O Lord,
Wide-circling as the sun;
Fulfil of old thy word
And make the nations one:

One in the bond of peace,
The service glad and free
Of truth and righteousness,
Of love and equity.

Speed, speed the longed-for time
Foretold by raptured seers,—
The prophecy sublime,
The hope of all the years:

Till rise in ordered plan
On firm foundations broad
The commonwealth of man,
The City of our God!