Udgorn Seion, 1853 (Vol. 6):175-77
NAUVOO MASSACRE.
TUNE—“Woman Kind.”
HAPPY day,
when there will be
Complete
deliverance
From
captivity;
Then we
shall have full peace,—
We
shall have our Jubilee;
’Tis easy to weep,
Upon
remembering
The
imprisonment and the murder,
Received
by the servants
Of
the King of Zion,
From a host of enemies.
O! happy day, when there will be
Complete
deliverance
From
captivity;
Then we
shall have full peace,—
We
shall have our Jubilee;
Soon
we shall have our Jubilee,
Soon
we shall have our Jubilee.
Behold
earlier, their condition,
The
prophets
Of
God were tortured;
Under feet,
in their blood,
The
children of the day were seen;
Terribly
defiled,
Killed
and burned,
Were the
faithful servants of Jesus;
To
destroy the sheep
Of
the blessed Lord,—
O! the grievous sight!
O! happy day, when there will be, &c.
[p. 176]
The black
army was cruel, *
The
children of lies,
In
a rage,
Destroyed
the Saints, degraded,
They
insisted on their part.
White
fields,
Became
red,
Some were
tainted with the blood of martyrs;
Violence
coming forth,
The
sound of stoning,
Were
heard everywhere!
O! happy day, when there will be, &c.
Illinois, where dost
thou flee
From
vengeance
The God of the truth?
Thou wilt be
the path, thy judgment shall come,
Like
a frothing flood.
Barbaric
Carthage,
Your
jail is hideous,
The day of
your destruction will come early;
The
blood of prophets
Is
crying
Vengeance on you.
O! happy day, when there will be, &c.
The
beautiful Temple,
yonder on fire,
Buildings
In
ruins;
The family
of the Lamb, in black pain,
Trampled
at every step;
Behold
the widow
Pale
yonder,
And the little orphan dying!
A
suckling child
Has
faded,
In
the cold arms of his mother!
O! happy day, when there will be, &c.
The wheel
has turned, let us sing praise
To
Jehovah,—
We
shall escape;
False Babel, coming quickly,
Is
the day of its great fall;
Heaven
is crying,
God
is proclaiming,
“Let vengeance,
vengeance come to her.
Saints
will reign
(Praise
will be sounded)
Across the earth below.”
O! happy day, when there will be, &c.
*
Mob, painted black.
[p. 177]
Great Britain,
watch now,
Lest
you refuse
The
word of the Covenant;
Lift your voice
up to heaven,
For
tender mercy:
If
you refuse
The
message,
Which has brought new life to us,
In
vengeance
Without
succor,
Will be your fate.
O! happy day, when there will be, &c.
Llanelli. DEWI
ELFED.
