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.