作曲 : Cyrus H Wheelock; Thomas H. Bayly

Ye Elders of Israel

The Lower Lights

Miracle

Ye elders of Israel, come join now with me

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

Oh Babylon, Oh Babylon, we bid thee farewell

We’re going to the mountains of Ephraim to dwell.

The harvest is great, and the lab’rers are few

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.

Oh Babylon, Oh Babylon, we bid thee farewell

We’re going to the mountains of Ephraim to dwell.

We’ll go to the poor, like our Captain of old

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

O Babylon, O Babylon, we bid thee farewell

We’re going to the mountains of Ephraim to dwell

O Babylon, O Babylon, we bid thee farewell

We’re going to the mountains of Ephraim to dwell.

Miracle