O awake my slumbering minstrel

1. O awake! my slumb’ring minstrel,
Let my harp forget its spell;
Say, O say in sweetest accents,
Zion prospers, all is well,
Say, O say in sweetest accents,
Zion prospers, all is well.

2. Strike a chord unknown to sadness,
Strike and let its numbers tell,
In celestial tones of gladness,
Zion prospers, all is well,
In celestial tones of gladness,
Zion prospers, all is well.

3. Zion’s welfare is my portion,
And I feel my bosom swell
With a warm, divine emotion,
When she prospers, all is well,
With a warm, divine emotion,
When she prospers, all is well.

4. Zion, lo! thy day is dawning,
Tho’ the darksome shadows swell,
Faith and hope prelude the morning;
Thou art prosp’ring, all is well,
Faith and hope prelude the morning;
Thou art prosp’ring, all is well.

5. Thy swift messengers are treading
Thy high courts where princes dwell,
And thy glorious light is spreading;
Zion prospers, all is well,
And thy glorious light is spreading;
Zion prospers, all is well.

Source: Latter-Day Saints Congregational Hymns #26