The Gathering: A Poem

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GATHERING. Tune:— Onward, Christian Soldiers, By Dr. A. Sullivan. Onward, onward, onward, Saints of all the earth, To the land of promise Of our prophet's birth. Seek not earthly treasures, Fill your souls with love, Shun all Satan's pleasures, Praise your God above. Forward, on to Zion, Leave old Babylon's shores, Look for Christ our Savior, For the prize is yours. Forward, brothers, forward, Strike for victory. Heroes of the gospel, Seek your liberty. Pay your tithing gladly, Not a murmur make, Feed the poor, fill the store, No commandment break. Onward to perfection; We must strive to go In the right direction, Charity bestow. Onward, sisters, onward, Feed the lambs of God With the precious promise Of our Savior's word. Tell them of our prophets And our temples there; Say, in Zion yonder Our Lord shall appear. Thither, onward thi<her, Save yourselves, we say; He will come with vengeance, The wicked then to slay. Forward, onward, forward, Climb from height to height; O'er each crag and rocky hill, Make your pathway bright. Forward, out of error, Continue on your way, Giving and receiving, Truth and light display; 'Way from strife and misery, Earthquake, fire, and sword, Live in peace and harmony, Children of the Lord. Salt Lake City, Utah. Forward, ever forward, 'Long the narrow way; Hold the rod of iron Till that dreadful day, Christ, our King and Master, With the saints of old, Come and meet with Zion, There shall be one fold; Glorious our glory. To this end endure, Dwelling with our Father Ever, evermore. Thos. Baggalet