Lucy Mack Smith, History, 1845

  • Source Note
  • Historical Introduction
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Ours is the sorrow— ours the loss
For through the triumphs of the cross
His noble part by death set free
On wings of immortality
Tracing the steps the Savior trod
Has reached the paradise of God
 
There he rejoins the ransomed choir
There! there he hails his noble sire
A of these latter-days
Whose goodness memory loves to trace
With reverance gratitude and love
He left us for the courts above
There with the spirits of the just
Where Zion’s welfare is discuss’d
Once more their efferts to combine
In Zions Cause— And shall we mourn
For those who have been upward borne
And shall the Legion’s sorrow flow
As if a chieftain were laid low
Who threw his frail escutcheon by
To join the Legion formed on High.
Yes, mourn, the loss is great to earth—
A loss of high exalted worth. [p. 334]
Ours is the sorrow— ours the loss
For through the triumphs of the cross
His noble part by death set free
On wings of immortality
Tracing the steps the Savior trod
Has reached the paradise of God
 
There he rejoins the ransomed choir
There! there he hails his noble sire
A of these latter-days
Whose goodness memory loves to trace
With reverance gratitude and love
He left us for the courts above
There with the spirits of the just
Where Zion’s welfare is discuss’d
Once more their efferts to combine
In Zions Cause— And shall we mourn
For those who have been upward borne
And shall the Legion’s sorrow flow
As if a chieftain were laid low
Who threw his frail escutcheon by
To join the Legion formed on High.
Yes, mourn, the loss is great to earth—
A loss of high exalted worth. [p. 334]
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