1 Father eternal, ruler of creation, Spirit of life, which moved ere form was made; Through the thick darkness covering every nation, Light to man’s blindness, O be Thou our aid: Thy kingdom come, O Lord, Thy will be done. 2 Races and peoples, lo! we stand divided, And sharing not our griefs, no joy can share; By wars and tumults love is mocked, derided, His conquering cross no kingdom wills to bear: Thy kingdom come, O Lord, Thy will be done. 3 Envious of heart, blind eyed, with tongues confounded, Nation by nation still goes unforgiven; In wrath and fear, by jealousies surrounded, Building proud towers which shall not reach to heaven: Thy kingdom come, O Lord, Thy will be done. 4 Lust of possession worketh desolations; There is no meekness in the sons of earth; Led by no star, the rulers of the nations Still fail to bring us to the blissful birth. Thy kingdom come, O Lord, Thy will be done. 5 How shall we love Thee, holy, hidden Being, If we love not the world which Thou hast made? O give us brother love for better seeing Thy world made flesh, and in a manger laid: Thy kingdom come, O Lord, Thy will be done.