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.