 | The poetical works of Lucy Larcom |  |
THY KINGDOM COME.
Sometimes a vision comes to me
Of what Thy world was meant to be;
Thy beauty all things shining through,
Thy love in all the works we do.
Of what Thy world was meant to be;
Thy beauty all things shining through,
Thy love in all the works we do.
I shade my spirit's dazzled sight
Before the splendor of that light:
Earth crowned with heaven's pure diadem,
The Bride, the new Jerusalem!
Before the splendor of that light:
Earth crowned with heaven's pure diadem,
The Bride, the new Jerusalem!
For this alone didst Thou descend,
O Son of God, man's glorious Friend,
From Thy dear Father's throne of bliss:—
That human life might be as His.
O Son of God, man's glorious Friend,
From Thy dear Father's throne of bliss:—
That human life might be as His.
Thy Kingdom come, our souls within!
Where Thou art, is no room for sin:
Oh, show us what our lives may be,
Led home to Him, by following Thee!
Where Thou art, is no room for sin:
Oh, show us what our lives may be,
Led home to Him, by following Thee!
| The poetical works of Lucy Larcom | |