1 They hushed their breath, that noble band,
To catch the last farewell,
The dear home-shore receding fast,
With ev’ry ocean swell.
Above the city’s noise and din,
A song rose on the air,
A song of triumph and of joy,
From loved ones gathers there.

Chorus:
Then speed thee on to ev’ry land,
Proclaim the gospel call,
Till souls who sit in darkness now,
Shall crown Him Lord of all.

2 “All hail the pow’r of Jesus’ name,”
And clear as bugle call,
The words come floating on the air,
O “crown Him Lord of all.”
They caught the spirit of that hymn,
Danger and death looked small
To those brave ones who gave their lives
To crown Him Lord of all. [Chorus]

3 A battle hymn that song sped on,
The world for Christ the call;
For ev’ry island of the sea
Shall crown Him Lord of all.
On Affric’s far-off sunny slopes,
By China’s kingly wall,
They lay their lives down at His feet,
And crown Him Lord of all. [Chorus]

4 The southern cross begins to bend,
The morning dawn at last;
Idol and shrine and mosque and tower,
At Jesus’ feet are cast.
Triumphant Zion, lift thy head,
Let ev’ry burden fall;
Come, cast your trophies at His feet,
And crown Him Lord of all. [Chorus]