Around the world the dancers spin
They race around the globe
To spread the word of glorious King
Who heals with touch of robe
They jump into the ring, go out
They frolic in the field
They know with workers there can be
From harvest, a great yield
In China, Belgium, and Peru
In Israel and Spain
They spread their news of risen Lord
Across the fruited plain
They tango through the tundra fields
And sing across the bay
For they have news from God above
That they’re compelled to say
They foxtrot in the channel too
Proclaim to nations far
While others do the waltz while they
Converse in a boxcar
The celebration’s not complete
Until that final day
When every knee will bow to Christ
And fealty to him say
When morning rises after that
The steps I do not know
But in that final dance I’d like
To round that ballroom go