1 Judge Eternal, throned in splendour,
Lord of lords and King of kings,
with your living fire of judgement
purge this land of bitter things;
solace all its wide dominion
with the healing of your wings.
2 Still the weary folk are pining
for the hour that brings release;
and the city's crowded clangour
cries aloud for sin to cease;
and the homesteads and the woodlands
plead in silence for their peace.
3 Crown, O God, your own endeavour;
cleave our darkness with your sword;
feed the faithless and the hungry
with the richness of your word;
cleanse the body of this nation
through the glory of the Lord.