Brigham Young:
Come, go with me, to where we'll be
Unmarred by hatred's face
Come to a land, blest by God's hand
For those of Israel's race
With joyful hearts you'll understand
The blessings that await you there
I know it is the promised land
Our home, our home is there

Choir:
Upon those everlasting hills
And in the valleys fair
Beside the murmuring mountain rills
We'll bow in humble prayer
And praise our God in joyful band
That we are safely gathered there
I know it is the promised land
Our home, our home is there

There, God will wash away our tears
And fill our hearts with joy!
He'll guide our souls through endless years
Where hate cannot destroy!
Yes, truth, which lighted Enoch's band
Is freely given to us there
I know it is the promised land
Our home, our home is there!