Transcribed by Samuel Bradshaw from public domain sources, unless otherwise noted.
Where the voice of friendship’s heard
(1840, 1912 ed.),
1. Where the voice of friendship’s heard,Sounding like a sweet-toned bird;Where the holy notes inspire,With devotion’s pure desire;Where fond actions speak the soul;Where true love doth all control;Where the sons of God agree,There may all the faithful be.
2. Where the weary find a home;Where the wild deer fearless roam;Where the mellow fruit tree grows;Where the golden harvest flows;Where the bee, the grape and kineYield their honey, milk and wine;Where the curse from earth shall flee,There may all the faithful be.
3. Where the Temple-block is laid;Where no foe shall e’er invade;Where the Priesthood’s power shall claimAll that heaven and earth can name;Where the judge by justice rules;Where the couns’lors are not fools;Where the poor shall judgment see,There may all the faithful be.
4. Where the dew-distilling hillsDrop their fatness in the rills;Where the river, lake and streamWith their finny myriads teem;Where the shade-trees round the foldShield from heat and winter’s cold;Where all nature sings with glee,There may all the faithful be.