"The Return"

You've seen pillars of pride pierce clouded skies,
The voice has called us forth: Arise, Arise,
Get ye out. For the world's deep night gives rise.
Come home, Zion's mountain air is the prize.

From Zion's mount His holy arm is cool.
Made clear from island shores to western plains.
Appear with fire and power in all domains.
The King returns, and His glory will rule.

The mountains humbled with His single word.
Continents made whole with a swipe of His hand.
Earth's return to its pure Eden formed land.
The Lord takes final control, much preferred.

Let every knee now bend, each tongue declare, 
That Christ the Lord is King beyond compare.

Content based upon D&C 133-134

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