“HE HATH PUT ALL THINGS UNDER HIS

O North, with all thy vales of green!

O South, with all thy palms!

From peopled towns and fields between

Uplift the voice of psalms;

Raise, ancient East, the anthem high,

And let the youthful West reply.

Lo! in the clouds of heaven appears

God's well-belovèd Son;

He brings a train of brighter years:

His kingdom is begun.

He comes, a guilty world to bless

With mercy, truth, and righteousness.

Oh, Father! haste the promised hour

When, at His feet, shall lie

All rule, authority, and power,

Beneath the ample sky;

When He shall reign from pole to pole,

The lord of every human soul;

When all shall heed the words He said

Amid their daily cares,

And, by the loving life He led,

Shall seek to pattern theirs;

And He, who conquered Death, shall win

The nobler conquest over Sin.