Before Thy face, great King, we stand ;
The voice that marshalled every star,
Has called Thy people from afar.
2 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.
3 Our prayers assist, accept our praise ;
Our hopes revive, our courage raise ;
Our counsels aid ; to each impart
The single eye, the faithful heart.
4 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.