The Children of the Temple

Now up­on the earth are beam­ing

Long ex­pect­ed Gos­pel days;

Christ the na­tions is re­deem­ing—

Let the child­ren join the praise.

Every is­land shall ad­ore him

Every na­tion crown Him king;

Zion strews her palms be­fore Him—

Let the tem­ple’s child­ren sing.

Hear them raise the song of glad­ness

From a thou­sand mis­sion bands

From Bri­tan­nia’s tem­pled is­lands

From Co­lum­bia’s steep­led lands.

Every isle for Him is wait­ing

Every king­dom of the main;

Zion sings His glo­ri­ous com­ing—

Let the child­ren join the strain.

Every song that they are sing­ing

Makes the king­dom grow more bright;

Every of­fer­ing they are bring­ing

Wider spreads the Gos­pel light.

All the is­lands shall ad­ore Him

All the na­tions crown Him king;

Zion strews her palms be­fore Him—

Let the tem­ple’s child­ren sing.