Great and glorious is the Savior
Who has sent his servants forth,
To proclaim his glorious gospel,
And restore the ancient faith.

See he cometh, earth behold him,
Fire and clouds attend him down;
All the wicked burn as stubble,
And the righteous he will crown.

Soon we'll hear our Savior saying,
All my Saints are gathered home;
From the North and from the South,
No more in darkness you will roam.

When the Saints are come to Zion,
From the East unto the West,
Then my arm you will rely on,
From your labors you will rest.

—Saints' Herald, September, 1862.