Our Lord, you stood in Pilate’s hall,
His judgment to endure.
Yet all he ruled would one day fall;
You reign forevermore!

You are our King and yet you said
It’s not by sword or might;
Where truth is lived and love is spread,
Your reign comes into sight.

Where people live in deep despair,
Forgotten, hurt, alone,
We hear their urgent, whispered prayer:
“When will your reign be known?”

And where your church on earth today
Is mighty, rich and strong,
Lord, may we not forget your Way,
Nor lose your kingdom’s song.

“Thy kingdom come, thy will be done”
Not just in heaven above;
O God, may we obey your Son,
Who reigns o’er all in love.