You rule, Lord!
With universal dominion,
you reign over all creation:
over every living being on earth,
over all that was and all that is
and all that ever more shall be...
Command us, then, to survey your kingdom
and see it as you see it, Lord:
one world, one village, one human family;
one unique life given each of us,
deserving of reverence,
respect and compassion,
each of us made in your image divine;
for each one, Lord, each precious life,
descends from you and your royal line...
Come wrap us, then, in your reign of love:
Rule
over our minds and hearts!
Rule
over our passions and zeal!
Rule
over our pride and ego!
Rule
over greed and desires!
Rule
over our dreams and schemes!
Rule
over our will and defiance!
Rule
over our lust for power! Rule
over our work and achievements!
Rule
over our arts and science!
Rule over our deeds and decisions!
Rule over our hearts, O Lord,
with the word of your life and your truth,
with your tenderness, patience and kindness
with your mercy, wisdom and justice...
Let your reign and rule
be always the measure
of our compassion and care,
of our selfless sacrifice,
of our generous mercy,
of our attentive, unsparing love...
And remind us, Lord,
that you rule as a servant:
born in a stable
the Cross is your throne;
you bleed for your subjects,
your crown's made of thorns;
your scepter is mercy,
your edicts, good news;
you lay down your life
that your people might live...
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With regal power reconcile us
and all the tragic divisions
in our villages, cities and towns,
in our families
and with our neighbors and friends,
in and between all the nations on earth,
in our use and care of our planet's goods,
in our kinship with you among the poor...
You rule, Lord!
You're our King of Kings and Lord of hosts,
our Wonder Counselor and Mighty God,
our Prince of everlasting peace!
With power and dominion,
you reign over all:
over every living being on earth
over all that was and all that is
and all that ever more will be...
Reign over all your people, O God,
and teach us to govern with mercy
as you have, kindly, ruled over us,
your daughters and sons, your own...
Amen.
The King shall come when morning dawns,
And light triumphant breaks;
When beauty gilds the eastern hills,
And life to joy awakes.
Not as of old, a little child
To bear, and fight, and die,
But crowned with glory like the sun,
That lights that morning sky
O, brighter than the rising morn,
When He, victorious rose,
And left the lonesome place of death,
Despite the rage of foes.
O, brighter than that glorious morn,
Shall this fair morning be,
When Christ, our King, in beauty comes,
And we His face shall see.
The King shall come when morning dawns,
And light and beauty brings;—
Hail! Christ the Lord; Thy people pray
Come quickly, King of kings.
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