Udgorn Seion, 1851:386-88
THE EMIGRATION.
TUNE—“Caerphilly March.”
THE hour has come to us gladly,
to depart from old Babylon,
And sail to Zion, from the captivity of the land of
enemies;
Wicked men, full of violence, who
have lifted their voices in one cry,
To spill the blood of the
righteous, wise men beneath the heavens;
And angel of God lifts his voice,
calling us home;
Great Babel is falling, and all her glory is
fading;
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Her plagues are drawing nigh; the
day of her collapse comes soon;
For the saints there is
deliverance, on the dear land of yon Zion.
The great banner is before us,
waving and spreading out:
Across the tops of the waves of
the ocean, toward the land full of blessings,
Let us go with haste, great is
the privilege to all the saints who are there,
Beyond the
reach of the conspirators’ treachery, and no sadness in any breast.
“Farewell to all now,” of our
friends, great and small;
To Zion let us go singing praise to God, and
rejoicing,
With love in our heart, we shall
have in this land;
let us go to the happy land of feasting,
To possess eternal bliss, pure
health, long, and peace.
Who are these who now fly, in a
great host, all far off,
Like swift doves to their
chambers, from the destruction?
These are saints, who today, are
sons of God, children of the day,
Bounding from
their captivity, across the course of those who are free.
There will be great success, that
is the mark of heaven’s gift,
To the ranks of the delivered, in
the valleys of mount
Zion:
Fields full, of every grain, we
shall have there openly;
Sweet vines on its meadows, pure
milk, nourishment, and honey:
There grow fair berries, the
yield of bounteous, sweet fruits;
Vineyards, lush gardens, and
sweet herbs and delicacies;
Full garners, abundant food, is
to be had there, the best indeed,
And God’s peace, like a river,
will flow across our land.
We will sing on our journey, over
the waves of the great deep;
The cities of mount Zion, have captured the desire and love of our heart;
Her temples purify the splendid,
happy breast unfailingly;
Her pure laws will lift us all to
the warmth of eternal life.
Hail to a better, happy day, when
pain will not exist,
In Zion, where the King of heaven desires to
make his dwelling place:
O! such
an honor, great in size, no pestilence will ever come to her;
And we shall have heaven’s food
to fill us, from the honor we have before him;
Instead of the appearance of ugly
reproach, we shall go the dear land of the feast;
Beneath the vines we shall sit,
under the fig trees we shall sing;
Sweet wine we shall have there,
hardly anyone will be in fear;
And an enemy to frighten us, in
his anger, will come no more;
The fair maiden will step light
and free;
Young men, and maidens, and older
men and women are now seen;
Of one mind, blessed, there we
shall dance together;
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Our sorrow turned to joy, and we
shall have continual peace.
The wise leader of heaven and
earth, shall with his host come down,
To Zion to reign with the saints for a thousand
years:
His great will, across the earth,
will be done, as in heaven;
The world will become as the
garden of the Lord, with prosperity everywhere.
DEWI ELFED JONES.
