# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
299 | The Upper California, O that's the land for me! | | | | | | | |
300 | Earthly happiness is fleeting | | | | | | | |
301 | Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning! | | | | | | | |
302 | Thou dost not weep, to weep alone | | | | | | | |
303 | Prayer is the soul's sincere desire | | | | | | | |
304 | Ye Elders of Israel, come join now with me | | | | | | | |
305 | The Shepherds have raised their sweet warning voice | | | | | | | |
306 | Our Father, in the sacred name | | | | | | | |
307 | Cheer, Saints, cheer! we're bound for peaceful Zion! | | | | | | | |
308 | Welcome, best of all good meetings | | | | | | | |
309 | I'll serve the Lord while I am young | | | | | | | |
310 | A Saint! and is the title mine | | | | | | | |
311 | My Father in heaven, and dear kindred there | | | | | | | |
312 | "The silver, gold and precious stones" | | | | | | | |
313a | Great Spirit! listen to the red man's wail! | | | | | | | |
313b | The redman ceased and trembled with delight | | | | | | | |
314 | Though deep'ning trials throng your way | | | | | | | |
315 | Sons of Michael, he approaches! | | | | | | | |
316 | O! ye mountains high, where the clear blue sky | | | | | | | |
317 | Sweet is the peace the Gospel brings | | | | | | | |
318 | With cheerful hearts and willing hands | | | | | | | |
319 | O Thou, at whose supreme command | | | | | | | |
320 | There is a place in Utah, that I remember well | | | | | | | |
321 | Deseret, Deseret! 'tis the home of the free | | | | | | | |
322a | Thou, earth, wast once a glorious sphere | | | | | | | |
322b | The curse of God on man was placed | | | | | | | |
323 | I long to breathe the mountain air | | | | | | | |
324 | Come, all ye Saints throughout the earth | | | | | | | |
325 | When first the glorious light of truth | | | | | | | |
326 | How have the nations grown corrupt! | | | | | | | |
327 | Think not, when you gather to Zion | | | | | | | |
328 | O God, thou God that rules on high | | | | | | | |
329 | Cease, ye fond parents, cease to weep | | | | | | | |
330 | Come, go with me beyond the sea | | | | | | | |
331 | Though nations rise, and men conspire | | | | | | | |
332 | Again we meet around the board | | | | | | | |
333 | Behold the great Redeemer die | | | | | | | |
334 | How great the wisdom and the love | | | | | | | |
335 | O Lord of Hosts, we now invoke | | | | | | | |
336 | While of these emblems we partake | | | | | | | |
337 | "Come, follow me," the Savior said | | | | | | | |
338 | School thy feelings, Oh my brother | | | | | | | |
339 | Rest for the weary soul | | | | | | | |
340 | We here approach thy table, Lord | | | | | | | |
341 | How swift the months have passed | | | | | | | |
342 | This house we dedicate to thee | | | | | | | |
343 | We'll sing all hail to Jesus' name! | | | | | | | |
344 | How dark and gloomy was the night | | | | | | | |
345 | O Lord, preserve thy chosen seed | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]