Eternal as your reign may be With might and strength far known, The poor and needy you still see, You keep them as your own. Lord over all, your rule still stands, Your enemies destroy. And all the poor you hold in hand, Protection you employ. Your holy name, your wondrous name Rings for the earth to hear With power, glory, and all fame, All of your foes thus fear. But when, O Lord, I want to ask Will justice be for all? And when will men of evil task See holy judgment fall? It seems the land both far and wide Are by the dark oppressed, And those who cling unto your side Are evermore distressed. The pain I see makes my heart faint, I know not what to do. How can I help bring some restraint, Or must I wait on you? How much new blood must there be spilled, Dark sands on far-off shores? How many more men will be killed Till you say, “Nevermore!” I want to trust that justice lives, Oppression soon to end. But when will mercy’s hand you give, And peace when will you send? Lord, give me patience to trust long, Protect from unjust men. And in this pain grant me a song Until you come again.