Assembled at Thy great command,
Before Thy face, great King, we stand;
The voice that marshalled every star,
Has called Thy people from afar.
We meet, through distant lands to spread
The truth for which the martyrs bled;
Along the line, to either pole,
The thunder of Thy praise to roll.
Our prayers assist, accept our praise;
Our hopes revive, our courage raise;
Our counsels aid; to each impart
The single eye, the faithful heart.
Forth with Thy chosen heralds come;
Recall the wandering spirits home;
From Zion's mount send forth the sound,
To spread the spacious earth around.