1. O Saints, have you seen o’er yon mountains proud height, The day-star of promise so brilliantly beaming? Its rays shall illume the world with its light, And the ensign of Zion exultingly streaming, All nations invite to walk in its light, And join to maintain the proud standard of right; The standard of Zion! O long may it wave O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
2. Our motto is peace and the triumph of right, And we joyfully hail the millennial dawning, When men can emerge from a long, dreary night, And bask in the sunbeams of Zion’s bright morning. The white flag so rare, still floating in air, Proclaims ’mid the mountains that peace is now there. Let the standard of Zion eternally wave O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
3. Though earth and its treasures should melt in the fire, The planets be riven with the trumpet’s loud thunder, The sunlight of heaven wax dim and expire, And the veil of eternity parted asunder, Yet firm and unshaken the truth shall remain, And the heirs of the Priesthood forever shall reign, And the standard of Zion eternally wave, O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.