1 Go forth, ye saints, behold your Lord,
With radiant glory crowned;
The wondrous progress of His word
Shall spread His fame around.

2 Where’er the sun begins its race,
Or stops its swift career,
Both east and west shall own His grace,
And Christ be honored there.

3 Ten thousand crowns, encircling show
The victories He has won;
Oh may His conquests ever grow,
While time its course shall run.

4 Ride forth, Thou mighty conqueror, ride,
And millions more subdue;
Destroy our unbelief and pride,
And we will crown Thee too.