THOU HAST PUT ALL THINGS UNDER HIS FEET

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-beloved 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 strive to pattern theirs;

And He who conquered Death shall win

The mightier conquest over Sin.