Judge Eternal, Throned In Splendor

Verse 1

Judge eternal, throned in splendour, 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.

Verse 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.

Verse 3

Crown, O Lord, thine own endeavour; cleave our darkness with thy sword; cheer the faint and feed the hungry with the richness of thy word; cleanse the body of this nation through the glory of the Lord.