1 Assembled at thy great command,
Before thy face, dread King, we stand:
The voice that marshaled 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 anthem 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.
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #570