S. M. Johns. The Kingdom of Love. |
1 Come, kingdom of our God, Sweet reign of light and love! Shed peace, and hope, and joy abroad, And wisdom from above. 2 Over our spirits first Extend thy healing reign; There raise and quench the sacred thirst, That never pains again. 3 Come, kingdom of our God! And make the broad earth thine; Stretch o'er her lands and isles the rod That flowers with grace divine. 4 Soon may all tribes be blest With fruit from life's glad tree; And in its shade like brothers rest, Sons of one family.
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