1 Judge Eternal, throned in splendor,
Lord of lords and King of kings,
with your living fire of judgment
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 clangor
cries aloud for sin to cease,
and the homesteads and the woodlands
plead in silence for their peace.
3 Crown, O God, your own endeavor;
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.
Source: Glory to God: the Presbyterian Hymnal #342
|First Line:||Judge eternal, throned in splendor|
|Title:||Judge Eternal, Throned In Splendor|
|Author:||Henry Scott Holland (1902)|