1 What fair one is this, from the wilderness trav’ling,
Looking for Christ, the belov’d of her heart?
O, this is the church, the fair bride of the Savior,
Which with every idol is willing to part.
While men in contention, are constantly howling,
And Babylon’s bells are continually tolling,
As though all the craft of her merchants was failing,
And Jesus was coming to reign on the earth.
2 There is a sweet sound in the gospel of heaven,
And people are joyful when they understand
The saints on their way home to glory, are even
Determin’d by goodness, to reach the blest land.
Old formal professors are crying “delusion,”
And high-minded hypocrites say “’tis confusion,’
While grace is poured out in a blessed effusion,
And saints are rejoicing to see priest-craft fall.
3 A blessing, a blessing, the Savior is coming,
As prophets and pilgrims of old have declar’d;
And Israel, the favor’d of God, is beginning
To come to the feast for the righteous prepar’d.
In the desert are fountains continually springing,
The heavenly music of Zion is ringing;
The saints all their tithes and their off’rings are bringing;
They thus prove the Lord and his blessing receive.
4 The name of Jehovah is worthy of praising,
And so is the Savior an excellent theme;
The elders of Israel a standard are raising,
And call on all nations to come to the same:
These elders go forth and the gospel are preaching,
And all that will hear them, they freely are teaching,
And thus is the vision of Daniel fulfilling:
The stone of the mountain will soon fill the earth.
Source: A Collection of Sacred Hymns, for the Church of the Latter Day Saints #3