1. Come, hail the cause of Zion’s youth,
M. I. A., our M. I. A.
Come, hail her code of ev’ry truth,
M. I. A., our M. I. A.
God’s blessings on each ward and stake;
Let praise resound; let song awake
In ev’ry heart that helps to make
M. I. A., our M. I. A.
2. Beneath her ensign brave and free,
M. I. A., our M. I. A.
A loyal band is proud to be,
M. I. A., our M. I. A.
As on and on and ever on,
Where service calls us, we belong;
While God’s approval smiles upon
M. I. A., our M. I. A.
3. ’Mid hills and plains hundred thousand strong,
M. I. A., our M. I. A.
Come, push the mighty work along,
M. I. A., our M. I. A.
O thou Supreme o’er worlds afar,
’Tis thou who guides our topmost star,
O praise be thine for all we are,
M. I. A., our M. I. A.