In the courts of the Sovereign, where glory resides,
The humble emissary in meekness abides.
No scepter they seek, no throne of their own,
Yet Christ, the High King, calls them near to His throne.

The last shall be first, in His Kingdom’s decree,
Their mantle of grace shines for all to see.
With redemption’s sweet message, they carry His word,
Their privilege resounds where His voice is heard.

Appointed as heralds, their calling is grand,
To bear His great love to a sin-weary land.
The Sovereign’s own mission, their hearts now embrace,
Entrusted with glory, they run in His race.

Though lowly their steps, through the dust and the strife,
They’re crowned with His purpose, His light, and His life.
The last shall be first, in His courts they will stand,
Emissaries of Christ, with His love in their hand.