Assembled at Thy Great Command

Assembled at Thy great com­mand

Before Thy face

dread King

we stand;

The voice that mar­shaled ev­ery star

Has called Thy peo­ple from afar.

Constrained by love to Him who died

Thy church­es pour th’o’er­flow­ing tide;

Midst con­gre­gat­ed thou­sands here

In all Thine an­cient pow­er ap­pear!

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.

First

bow our hearts be­neath Thy sway

Then

give Thy grow­ing em­pire way

O’er wastes of sin

o’er fields of blood

Till all man­kind shall be sub­dued.

Our pray­ers as­sist—ac­cept our praise—

Our hopes re­vive—our cour­age raise—

Our coun­sels aid—and oh! im­part

The sin­gle eye—the faith­ful heart!

Forth with Thy chos­en her­alds come;

Recall the wan­der­ing spir­it home;

From Zi­on’s mount send forth the sound

To spread the spa­cious world around.