The Mountain Warbler

Editor: William Willes
Publisher: Deseret News Book and Job Establishment, Salt Lake City, Ut., 1872
Denomination: Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints
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d1A glorious state is Deseret
d2A year, with all its toils and cares
d3Again I've reached my home
d4All hail, all hail the twenty-fourth
d5Beautiful star in heaven so bright
d6Beautiful vales of Deseret
d7Beneath the mountains crowned with snows of twenty years ago
d8Blow gently, ye wild winds
d9Children, children, raise your voices
d10Come, all my young companions
d11Come all who would be happy and useful here below
d12Come boys and girls, and lend an ear
d13Come brethren and sisters, and join with me
d14Come brethren let us all unite
d15Come, children, all unite
d16Come, haste to the valleys far off in the west
d17Come, Mormons, All attention pay
d18Each Sunday morning bright
d19Fear not ye saints of latter days
d20Give thanks, O ye Saints, for the power of the Lord
d21Glory to thee, our country's God
d22Hark, 'tis Zion's children singing
d23Hearts and homes, sweet words of pleasure
d24Ho, all ye brave battalion boys
d25I sing of a land of liberty, Utah
d26I will sing of the Mormons
d27I'd rather live in Utah than palaces elsewhere
d28I'm a merry hearted Mormon
d29I'm glad I am in these high mountains
d30In our lovely Deseret
d31In social enjoyment together
d32In the days we had no Sunday school
d33In the vales of the mountains
d34Let home manufactures engage our attention
d35Let us speak of a man as we find him, and censure
d36List, to my song, O, ye down trodden nations
d37Lo freedom's banners waving
d38Lord, we thank thee for thy mercy
d39Love truth, love truth in all her bright array
d40My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty
d41My mountain home to thee I've come
d42Ne'er a frown clouds our brow
d43O come, come today, when plenty smiles
d44O dear, I'm sad, I've got the blues
d45O it's cruel and absurd to kill the little birds
d46O Lord, this morning we have met
d47O once I dwelt in Babylon
d48O the kingdom of God, or nothing for me
d49O the power of truth
d50O wouldst thou from bondage and strife
d51O ye mountain boys of Deseret
d52Of all the systems I can name
d53Over the mountain wave, See where they come
d54Roll on thou glorious kingdom
d55Saints of God saints of God
d56Schoolmates, let us all unite
d57Shepherd of eager [tender] youth
d58Sisters, sisters, O how charming
d59Some think our state should be called Utah
d60Someone to love, one to caress
d61Thanks we give, most gracious Father
d62The dearest spot on earth to me is home
d63The land of my home
d64The Lord is coming, saints prepare
d65The Mormon Creed I'll know explain
d66The place of my birth, it is dear to me yet
d67The Sabbath school's a happy place
d68The taunts of our foemen are sounding again
d69The time has arrived when this sisterly union
d70The world has been handline the bone of contention
d71There is a people in the west
d72There is a place in Utah that I remember well
d73There is beauty all around when there's love at home
d74There is one thing that troubles me
d75There's a difference between a Mormon and a saint
d76There's a good time coming, saints
d77There's a song that all are singing
d78They cry, deluded Mormons, in all the world around
d79They've sung of heroes brave and strong
d80This is an age of wonders
d81This is the day that is famous in story
d82'Tis a lesson you should heed
d83To the west, to the west, to the land of the free
d84United we stand, divided we fall
d85Waft the news, ye heavenly breezes
d86We cannot breathe in crowded cities
d87We hail the day, the glorious day
d88We'll plow and sow and joyful reap
d89We'll see Joseph Smith and Hyrum
d90We've built this house, my brethren dear
d91What peace and joy pervades the soul
d92When first I joined the Mormons
d93When first I left the city
d94When first the reformation sound
d95When the black letter list to the gods was presented
d96When the saints first reached the mountains
d97Who scans the toil, the fret and moil
d98Who'd ever think that Utah would stir the world so much
d99Within these walls we now assemble
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