1. We’ll sing the songs of Zion,
Though now in distant lands,
Our harps shall not be lying
Untouched by skilful hands.
The winds in flitting breezes
Will sweep the sounding string,
And tune its lofty praises,
If Saints neglect to sing.
2. O Zion! long predicted
By seers and Saints of old;
The blessings they depicted
And beauties we behold;
Thy walls are sure salvation,
And all thy gates are praise,
A peaceful habitation,
In these the latter-days.
3. When Zion’s reached the mountains,
They gave their golden store,
And all the limpid fountains
Did healing virtues pour.
Where reigned but gloomy sadness,
And earth seemed in repose
Resounds the song of gladness,
And blossoms forth the rose.
4. From Zion’s favored valley,
Shines gospel light and grace,
And million’s soon will rally
Around her gath’ring place,
Where ev’ry law of heaven,
Whose councils do design
To save us, will be given
Within her sacred shrine.