The twelve tribes of Israel are scattered abroad,
They hear not the gospel, they know not their God,
The sound of redemption salutes not their ears,
To banish their sorrows and dry up their tears.

Then go to the forests, the mountains and plains,
And teach them the gospel from heaven again,
That they may all gather to their promised home,
And never again in such darkness they'll roam.

The priesthood from heaven again is sent down,
The Saints to perfect and the righteous to crown,
That they to all Israel may publish glad news,
First unto the Gentiles and then to the Jews.

That the tribes in their order again may return,
And they shall be blessed each one in their turn,
To the tribe first of Joseph the truth is revealed,
That they to all others the same may reveal.

To the tribe, then, of Levi the priesthood is given,
In a lesser degree from the kingdom of heaven,
Their bows and their arrows shall all be laid aside,
And they'll forsake all the paths they have trod.

With the records of their fathers once more for their guide,
From darkness again they will come,
And welcome the servants with o'erflowing hearts,
With joy they to Zion will return.

They will come from the mountains, the forests and plains,
They will come from the deserts around,
They will come with rejoicing in every heart,
And pray the Spirit may abound.

Oh! then in what majesty will Zion arise?
Her beautiful garments put on,
All dressed in the robes of redemption and grace,
To welcome the glorious Son of man.

Then what a reign of righteousness here on the earth,
A thousand bright, glorious years,
Then we shall be free from sorrow, pain and death,
And forever He will banish all our fears.

—Saints' Herald, April, 1861.