(Tune: "My Redeemer")

Oh, my people, heed my warning,
For all over is in my hands,
And the powers of earth are shaken,
Troubled waters, trembling lands,

Wars, contentions, and commotions,
Scourges, famines, and distress;
'Tis the hour of God's dread judgment,
Caused by human wickedness.

Know ye not that time is hasting?
Can ye not discern my hand?
In that Israel soon shall gather
To their cov'nant promised land.

Israel soon shall hear my gospel;
Gentile times are near the close;
And the Lamanites shall blossom
As the lily and the rose.

Like a lion soon shall Jacob
'Mong the nations proudly tread;
Suck the milk of Gentile kingdoms,
Filling them with fear and dread.

So their armies then shall gather,
Thinking thus the spoil to gain,
And the city shall be rifled,
And the hosts of Israel slain.

Then from Zion the Deliv'rer,
Who was slain on Calvary,
Shall appear among his people,
Leading them to victory.

Israel then shall hail her Master,
And shall hasten to obey;
And the fount for sin shall open
For the nation born that day.

See the temple in its beauty,
Built by consecrated hands;
And lost Israel with her prophets
As they come from foreign lands.

Soon amid the clouds of heaven,
Joyous shouts of praise shall ring,
As the angel hosts of heaven
And the ransomed greet their King.

—Saints Herald, February 4, 1920.