All the earth rejoices through the throne

and flashes glory in its every deed.

Every widening smile speaks a creed:

eternal longing, hopeful, though unknown.

And though the ways of right misbent have grown—

persistent sin besmearing love with greed,

and marring truth with lies that make men bleed—

the longing for the light is not undone.

The King can never long delay His love,

and soon to this sad beauty will return

to rescue those who revel in his rule;

who turn their hopes from earth to look above;

who lift their thankful hands to Him and spurn

the earthly fortune for the heavenly jewel.

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