1 Judge Eternal, throned in splendor, Lord of lords and King of kings, with Thy living fire of judgment purge this land of bitter things; solace all its wide dominion with the healing of Thy 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, Thine own endeavor; cleave our darkness with Thy sword; feed the faint and the hungry heathen with the richness of your word; cleanse the body of this Empire through the glory of the Lord.