A Journeying Song for the Camp of Israel

The time of winter now is o’er— There’s verdure on the plain; We leave our shelt’ring roofs once more, And to our tents again.

Chorus Thou Camp of Israel! onward move— O Jacob! rise and sing. Ye Saints! the world’s salvation prove, All hail! to Zion’s King.

We go to choice and goodly lands, With rich and fertile soil: That, with the labour of our hands, Will yield us wine and oil.

Chorus Thou Camp of Israel! onward move— O Jacob! rise and sing. Ye Saints! the world’s salvation prove, All hail! to Zion’s King.

We go beside the mountain cliffs Where purest waters flow— Where nature will her precious gifts Abundantly bestow.

Chorus Thou Camp of Israel! onward move— O Jacob! rise and sing. Ye Saints! the world’s salvation prove, All hail! to Zion’s King.

We’ll find a climate pure and free Producing life and health; Where steady care and industry Will be a source of wealth.

Chorus Thou Camp of Israel! onward move— O Jacob! rise and sing. Ye Saints! the world’s salvation prove, All hail! to Zion’s King.

And there again we will surround In peace, the luscious board; And share the products of the ground With skill and prudence stor’d. Chorus—Thou Camp of Israel, &c.

We leave the mobbing Gentile race, Who thirst to shed our blood; To rest in Jacob’s hiding place Where Nephite temples stood.

Chorus Thou Camp of Israel! onward move— O Jacob! rise and sing. Ye Saints! the world’s salvation prove, All hail! to Zion’s King.

We seek a land where truth will reign, And innocence be free— Where lawful rights will be maintain’d— A land of liberty.

Chorus Thou Camp of Israel! onward move— O Jacob! rise and sing. Ye Saints! the world’s salvation prove, All hail! to Zion’s King.

We seek a land of holiness, Where justice to the line And to the plummet, righteousness Will ev’ry work define.

Chorus Thou Camp of Israel! onward move— O Jacob! rise and sing. Ye Saints! the world’s salvation prove, All hail! to Zion’s King.

We go where virtue will be known, And merit meet its due; For Zion’s pathway will be shown With light and glory too.

Chorus Thou Camp of Israel! onward move— O Jacob! rise and sing. Ye Saints! the world’s salvation prove, All hail! to Zion’s King.

We go where hypocrites will fear And tremble at the word, Of him, who is appointed here To wield the two-edg’d sword.

Chorus Thou Camp of Israel! onward move— O Jacob! rise and sing. Ye Saints! the world’s salvation prove, All hail! to Zion’s King.

We’ll find the land the prophet saw In Vision, when he said; “There, there will the celestial law Be given and obey’d.”

Chorus Thou Camp of Israel! onward move— O Jacob! rise and sing. Ye Saints! the world’s salvation prove, All hail! to Zion’s King.

We go where nations yet will come In ships, from climes abroad; To seek protection, and a home, And worship Israel’s God.

Chorus Thou Camp of Israel! onward move— O Jacob! rise and sing. Ye Saints! the world’s salvation prove, All hail! to Zion’s King.

We’ll build in peace and safety there, A city to the Lord: And shout amid our toils to share A Latter-day’s reward.

Chorus Thou Camp of Israel! onward move— O Jacob! rise and sing. Ye Saints! the world’s salvation prove, All hail! to Zion’s King.