Eight years we travelled in the wilderness
Keeping the commandments He did nourish us
Found Bountiful, the land of fruit and plenty
Exceedingly rejoiced in our days many

Go up unto the mount to hear my voice 
Thou shalt construct a ship that is choice 
Smite two stores to light and make a fire 
Billows blow, melt ore for tools desired

Nephi’s soul is rent with awful anguishing 
His brothers call him fool, his soul is languishing
Filled with Power of God his flesh consumed 
They touch him not for fear of being doomed

Like Moses and the parting of the sea 
A way prepared, who follow faithfully