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 The Sign of the Son of Man

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Thy Kingdom, Lord, we long for, Where love shall find its own; And brotherhood triumphant Our years of pride disown. Thy captive people languish In mill and mart and mine; We lift to Thee their anguish, We wait Thy promised Sign!

Thy Kingdom, Lord, Thy Kingdom! All secretly it grows; In faithful hearts forever His seed the Sower sows; Yet ere its consummation Must dawn a mighty doom; For judgment and salvation The Son of Man shall come.

If now perchance in tumult His destined Sign appear,— The rising of the people,— Dispel our coward fear! Let comforts that we cherish, Let old traditions die, Our wealth, our wisdom perish, So that He draw but nigh!