(Tune: "I will sing of my Redeemer.")

Come, my people, fondly cherished,
I will lead thee all the way,
By the counsels of my Spirit
I will teach thee to obey;

I have heard thy supplications
As before me ye rejoice,
And I gladly thus make answer,
That ye now may hear my voice.

In the past I have been with thee,
In thy joys and in thy tears,
And I still dwell in thy presence,
By my wisdom, calm thy fears;

I have promised thee my blessings
That my work may onward go,
Past years' plantings now are ripening,
As the harvests truly show.

Precious souls await thy efforts,
Minds in darkness seek the light,
And I beg you bear the message,
Halting neither day nor night;

For mine angels wait the summons
To bind up the tares and wheat,
I am calling now for laborers,
See the harvest, oh, how great!

Enter then with sharpened sickles,
Make the sacrifice I ask,
Toil with patience, fervor, meekness,
Fearing not how great the task.

Hearts devoted to my service
Must with Jesus' sufferings bear,
Such griefs shall be turned to gladness,
Hope shall drive away despair.

I have promised that my vineyard
Yet shall blossom as the rose,
And your eyes do now behold it,
Everywhere the fruitage grows;

This, my voice, is heard among you,
That new courage you may take,
Saints, awake, I bid you forward.
Save the world for Jesus' sake.

Barren places shall be fruitful,
As the dews from heaven distill.
Hardened hearts shall now be softened
And shall seek to do my will,

Out of weakness strength shall flourish,
Stubborn souls shall now relent,
He who has refused my favors
Now shall be a supplicant.

Precious blessings I have given,
Richer far await my grace,
For ye now behold my presence
With the veil before thy face;

But the time is shortly coming
When this veil shall be removed,
Nothing then shall separate me
From the one whom I have loved.

Answer this, my invitation,
To be present where I am,
Ye are all again invited
To the marriage of the Lamb;

Then put on the white apparel,
Robe of righteousness all wear.
Children, are you making ready,
Will you all be present there?

—Zion's Ensign, July 11, 1912.