Assembled at Thy great command,
Before Thy face, dread King, we stand;
The voice that marshaled 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 anthem 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.