King of the City Splendid

King of the Ci­ty Splen­did

Eternal in the height

May all our coun­try’s ci­ties

Grow ho­ly in Thy sight;

Cleansed from the deeds of dark­ness—

Cities of light.

Teach love to glad­den child­ren

That know not child­hood’s mirth

Wronged of their rights—no beau­ty

In their scant reach of earth;

To hope’s large sun­shine give them

A se­cond birth.

Give joy to all the joy­less

Song’s voice to sor­rows dumb

May light in­vade with bless­ing

Each dark and death­ly slum;

Into earth’s realms of hor­ror

Thy King­dom come!

Soon may our coun­try’s ci­ties

Thy robe of glo­ry wear;

Each place of toil a tem­ple

Each house a home of pray­er;

Each ci­ty’s name of beau­ty—

The Lord is there!