To Thee My Heart I Offer
Beckenhorst Singers
Judge eternal, throned in splendour Lord of lords and King of kings With thy living fire of judgement Purge this realm of bitter things Solace all its wide dominion With the healing of thy wings Still the weary people still are longing For the hour that brings release And the city's crowded clangor Cries aloud for sin to cease And the homesteads and woodlands Plead in silence for their peace Crown, O God, thine own endeavour Cleave our darkness with your sword Cheer the faint and feed the hungry With the richness of thy word Cleanse the body of this nation Through the glory of the Lord