Tune:Hark All Ye Nations
We as his fishers, strong, bold and true,
In Micronesia oceans of blue,
Cast in our nets as he doth direct,
Gather the Lord's elect,
Chorus:
Come unto Christ, ye isles of the sea,
We Proclaim his truth shall make you free;
May God's spirit speak in accord,
His gospel is restored.
Angels of God have opened the way,
Visiting prophets in latter-day;
Leaving a record as Heav'nly proof,
That we declare the truth.
Priesthood's restored and fullness hath come,
So bear we witness in every tongue.
Open their hears unstop every ear,
Love overcometh fear.
Buried in water, the old way is gone;
Risen with the spirit fresh as the dawn;
In His true Church so filled with His light,
Our destiny is bright
Though evil men and forces combine,
They cannot thwart God's purpose divine;
Nor can unhallow'd hand sever stay,
Our labors here today.
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