---
title: Times and Seasons
description: Issues of 1840 to 1841.
authors:
  - Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints
editors:
  - Ebenezer Robinson
  - Don Carlos Smith
  - Smith, Joseph, Jr.
  - Taylor, John
collections:
  - periodicals
tags:
  - newspaper
  - times-and-seasons
  - nauvoo
  - nineteenth-century
periodical: Times and Seasons
volume: 2
number: 7
published: 1841-02-01
publisher: E. Robinson and D. C. Smith; later John Taylor
publisher_place: Commerce and Nauvoo, Illinois
language: en
type: article
reference: "“Poetry,” *Times and Seasons* 2, no. 7 (February 1, 1841): 309."
printed_title: POETRY.
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/per_utah-and-the-mormons_times-and-seasons_1841-02-01_2_7
  transcription: Text from the Centerplace.org transcription (https://www.centerplace.org/history/ts/v2n07.htm), with its page breaks; this Internet Archive scan is the reference copy (its OCR was used only as a witness for OCR repair)
  identifier: per_utah-and-the-mormons_times-and-seasons_1841-02-01_2_7
start_page: 309
end_page: 309
curator_note: A Mormon newspaper published by the church in Nauvoo; included for historical study. Inclusion does not imply endorsement.
rights:
  status: public-domain
  basis: US publication 1841 (Nauvoo, Illinois); published before 1931, so public domain in the United States
  source: https://archive.org/details/per_utah-and-the-mormons_times-and-seasons_1841-02-01_2_7
  publication_year: 1841
---

# Poetry

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Awake! ye Saints of God awake! With constant faith and fervent prayer

Call on the Lord in Mighty pray'r, With deep humility of soul-

That he will Zion's bondage break, With steadfast mind and heart prepare,

And bring to nought [naught] the fowler's snare. To see th' eternal purpose roll.

He will regard his people's cry- For God in judgment will come near;

The widow's tear-the orphans moan! His mighty arm he will make bare:

The blood of those that slaughter'd lie For Zion's sake he will appear-

Plead's not in vain before his throne! Then O ye Saints! awake! prepare!

Tho' Zion's foes have counsel'd deep, Awake to union and be one,

Altho' they bind with fetters strong- Or saith the Lord you are not mine.

The God of Jacob does not sleep, Yea, like the Father and the Son,

His vengeance will not slumber long. Let all the Saints, in union join.

Then let your souls be stay'd on God-

A glorious scene is drawing nigh!

Tho' tempests gather like a flood,

The storm, tho fierce, will soon pass by. E. R. S.