Thy Kingdom Come Poem by John Bowring

Come Thy kingdom! of all blessings,
Of all prayers the first is this;
All heaven's hopes,-all earth's possessings,
Grace and glory, peace and bliss,
Centring in the holy word,
In the kingdom of the Lord.


Let Thy kingdom come! its coming,
By the Gospel-light assured,
In the distant dawn is looming,
Sanctioned, sanctified, secured;
By the Great Creator's plan
Heaven's unveiled, and rescued man.


Yes! Thy kingdom shall be founded
On the eternal base of truth,
By its crystal walls surrounded,
Bright as diamonds, pure as youth.
Kingdom of the Lord! appear,
Speak the word! and lo 'tis here!