The Silver Chime ‎#12

12. Thy Kingdom Come

1 The angel ranks that gird the throne
Of Majesty, stand not alone;
To mortals, disenthrall'd, 'tis given
To join the choral hymn of heaven.
Hark! even now a richer strain
Comes floating o'er th' eternal plain;
To infant choirs those harps belong,
And children's voices swell that song.

2 Gabriel ne'er touch'd a sweeter string--
His legions listen, as they sing;
O whence those cherub ministrels, say--
Clad in Immanuel's bright array?
In scenes where thoughtless worldlings dwell
Their lot was cast, whose lyres now swell
The thrilling melody above;
Thine be the praise, O God of love!

3 The Sunday School! Earth has no name
Worthier to fill the breath of Fame;
The untold blessings it hath shed
Shall be revealed when worlds have fled,
O Thou of Bethlem, once a child,
Jesus! compassionate and mild--
Approve thy work: be this the sum
Of all our toil--"Thy Kingdom Come!"

Text Information

• First Line: The angel ranks that gird the throne
• Title: Thy Kingdom Come
• Author: William B. Tappan
• Publication Date: 1862
• Notes: Public Domain.

Tune Information

• Name: [The angel ranks that gird the throne]
• Key: C Major
• Notes: Public Domain.