"Thy kingdom come"—how long, O Lord, how long?
Where is the promised land?
Thy people cry, and like an angel's song
The voice of Truth
Proclaims it close at hand.
Not in some far-off place beyond the sky,
Nor in some future state—
That realm for which the heavy-laden sigh
Is here and now;
We do not have to wait.
The heavenly kingdom is within us, so
The gentle Master said;
Each one of us who lives to do His will shall know
The peace of God,
And joy in sorrow's stead.
