And seek out the righteous, where'er they may be–
In desert, on mountain, on land, or on sea–
And bring them to Zion, the pure and the free
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O Babylon, O Babylon, we bid thee farewell;
We're going to the mountains of Ephraim to dwell
But if we're united, we all things can do
We'll gather the wheat from the midst of the tares
And bring them from bondage, from sorrows and snares
And visit the weary, the hungry, and cold;
We'll cheer up their hearts with the news that he bore
And point them to Zion and life evermore