1. Ye elders of Israel, come join now with meAnd seek out the righteous, where’er they may be:In desert, on mountain, on land, or on sea,And bring them to Zion, the pure and the free.
O Babylon, O Babylon, we bid thee farewell;We’re going to the mountains of Ephraim to dwell.
2. The harvest is great, and the lab’rers are few;But if we’re united, we all things can do;We’ll gather the wheat from the midst of the taresAnd bring them from bondage, from sorrows and snares.
O Babylon, O Babylon, we bid thee farewell;We’re going to the mountains of Ephraim to dwell.
3. We’ll go to the poor, like our Captain of old,And visit the weary, the hungry, and cold;We’ll cheer up their hearts with the news that he boreAnd point them to Zion and life evermore.
O Babylon, O Babylon, we bid thee farewell;We’re going to the mountains of Ephraim to dwell.