THY reign is righteousness; Not mine, but Thine! -- A covering no less Than the broad, bright waves of Thy great sea, That roll triumphantly From line to pole, and pole to line; A reign where every rebel thought In sweet captivity To Thine obedience is brought. Thy reign is perfect peace; Not mine, but Thine! -- A stream that cannot cease, For its fountain is Thy heart. O depth unknown! Thou givest of Thine own, Pouring from Thine and filling mine. The "noise of war" hath passed away; God's peace is on the throne, Ruling with undisputed sway. Thy reign is joy divine; Not mine, but Thine, Or else not any joy to me! For a joy that flowed not from Thine own, Since Thou hast reigned alone, Were vacancy or misery. O sunshine of Thy realm, how bright This radiance from Thy throne, Unspeakable in calmest light! Thy reign shall still increase! I claim Thy word, -- Let righteousness and peace And joy in the Holy Ghost be found, And more and more abound In me, through Thee, O Christ my Lord; Take unto Thee Thy power, who art My Sovereign, many-crowned! Stablish Thy kingdom in my heart. |