King of the City Splendid, Eternal in the height, May all our country's cities Grow holy in Thy sight; Cleansed from the deeds of darkness- Cities of light. Teach love to gladden children That know not childhood's mirth, Wronged of their rights-no beauty In their scant reach of earth; To hope's large sunshine give them A second birth. Give joy to all the joyless, Song's voice to sorrows dumb, May light invade with blessing Each dark and deathly slum; Into earth's realms of horror Thy Kingdom come! Soon may our country's cities Thy robe of glory wear; Each place of toil a temple, Each house a home of prayer; Each city's name of beauty- The Lord is there!