A Journeying Song for the Camp of Israel

by Eliza Roxcy Snow

The time of winter now is o’er—
 There’s verdure on the plain;
We leave our shelt’ring roofs once more,
 And to our tents again.

            Chorus
   Thou Camp of Israel! onward move—
    O Jacob! rise and sing.
   Ye Saints! the world’s salvation prove,
    All hail! to Zion’s King.

We go to choice and goodly lands,
 With rich and fertile soil:
That, with the labour of our hands,
 Will yield us wine and oil.

            Chorus
   Thou Camp of Israel! onward move—
    O Jacob! rise and sing.
   Ye Saints! the world’s salvation prove,
    All hail! to Zion’s King.

We go beside the mountain cliffs
 Where purest waters flow—
Where nature will her precious gifts
 Abundantly bestow.

            Chorus
   Thou Camp of Israel! onward move—
    O Jacob! rise and sing.
   Ye Saints! the world’s salvation prove,
    All hail! to Zion’s King.

We’ll find a climate pure and free
 Producing life and health;
Where steady care and industry
 Will be a source of wealth.

            Chorus
   Thou Camp of Israel! onward move—
    O Jacob! rise and sing.
   Ye Saints! the world’s salvation prove,
    All hail! to Zion’s King.

And there again we will surround
 In peace, the luscious board;
And share the products of the ground
 With skill and prudence stor’d.
 Chorus—Thou Camp of Israel, &c.

We leave the mobbing Gentile race,
 Who thirst to shed our blood;
To rest in Jacob’s hiding place
 Where Nephite temples stood.

            Chorus
   Thou Camp of Israel! onward move—
    O Jacob! rise and sing.
   Ye Saints! the world’s salvation prove,
    All hail! to Zion’s King.

We seek a land where truth will reign,
 And innocence be free—
Where lawful rights will be maintain’d—
 A land of liberty.

            Chorus
   Thou Camp of Israel! onward move—
    O Jacob! rise and sing.
   Ye Saints! the world’s salvation prove,
    All hail! to Zion’s King.

We seek a land of holiness,
 Where justice to the line
And to the plummet, righteousness
 Will ev’ry work define.

            Chorus
   Thou Camp of Israel! onward move—
    O Jacob! rise and sing.
   Ye Saints! the world’s salvation prove,
    All hail! to Zion’s King.

We go where virtue will be known,
 And merit meet its due;
For Zion’s pathway will be shown
 With light and glory too.

            Chorus
   Thou Camp of Israel! onward move—
    O Jacob! rise and sing.
   Ye Saints! the world’s salvation prove,
    All hail! to Zion’s King.

We go where hypocrites will fear
 And tremble at the word,
Of him, who is appointed here
 To wield the two-edg’d sword.

            Chorus
   Thou Camp of Israel! onward move—
    O Jacob! rise and sing.
   Ye Saints! the world’s salvation prove,
    All hail! to Zion’s King.

We’ll find the land the prophet saw
 In Vision, when he said;
“There, there will the celestial law
 Be given and obey’d.”

            Chorus
   Thou Camp of Israel! onward move—
    O Jacob! rise and sing.
   Ye Saints! the world’s salvation prove,
    All hail! to Zion’s King.

We go where nations yet will come
 In ships, from climes abroad;
To seek protection, and a home,
 And worship Israel’s God.

            Chorus
   Thou Camp of Israel! onward move—
    O Jacob! rise and sing.
   Ye Saints! the world’s salvation prove,
    All hail! to Zion’s King.

We’ll build in peace and safety there,
 A city to the Lord:
And shout amid our toils to share
 A Latter-day’s reward.

            Chorus
   Thou Camp of Israel! onward move—
    O Jacob! rise and sing.
   Ye Saints! the world’s salvation prove,
    All hail! to Zion’s King.