Sovereign of worlds! Display Thy power; Be this Thy Zion's favored hour; O bid the morning star arise, O point the heathen to the skies. Set up Thy throne where Satan reigns, In western wilds and eastern plains; Far let the Gospel's sound be known; Make Thou the universe Thine own. Speak, and the world shall hear Thy voice; Speak, and the desert shall rejoice; Dispel the gloom of heathen night; Bid every nation hail the light.