1. Ye Saints who dwell on Europe’s shore, Let not your hearts be faint; Let each press on to things before, And be indeed a Saint.
2. Although the present time may seem O’erspread with clouds of gloom, The light of faith will shed its beam Until deliverance come.
3. Hold fast the things you have received, Be faithful in the Lord; You know in whom you have believed, He’s faithful to His word.
4. Your brethren in America Are one in heart with you, And they are toiling night and day, For Zion’s welfare too.
5. They even now are driven forth To track the wilderness; They leave the country of their birth For truth and righteousness.
6. But there’s a day, ’tis near at hand, A day of joy and peace; That day will break oppression’s band, And bring the Saints release.
7. Then, brethren, haste and gather up; We shall rejoice to meet; When we have drunk the bitter cup, We’ll share a heavenly treat.
8. And even now the Lord bestows More, more than tongue can tell, Of that which from His presence flows; Yes, brethren, all is well.