The Gathering of the Nations

From east and west

from north and south

That count­less host shall throng

Unnumbered as the sea’s white sands

Its my­ri­ads pass along.

Their song shall ring as loud they sing

While gladly march­ing on

They tri­bute bring to Christ the King

When cares of life are done.

With palms of vic­to­ry shall they come

While march­ing proud and grand

As free from toil they near that home

Within the pro­mised land.

From tri­bu­la­tions great they come

With robes made white and fair

By wash­ing in the pre­cious blood

Of Christ their cap­tain there.