Judge eternal, throned in splendour

Judge eternal, throned in splendour,
Lord of lords and King of kings,
with your living fire of judgement
purge this land of bitter things;
over all its wide dominion
spread the healing of your wings.

2. Weary people still are longing
for the hour that brings release;
and the city’s crowded clamour
cries aloud for sin to cease;
and the countryside and woodlands
plead in silence for their peace.

3. Crown, O Lord, your own endeavour;
cleave our darkness with your sword;
feed the faithless and the hungry
with the richness of your word;
cleanse the body of this nation
through the glory of the Lord.