History, 1838–1856, volume F-1 [1 May 1844–8 August 1844]

  • Source Note
  • Historical Introduction
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<​July 1​> hundreds; the righteous blood of all the holy prophets, from Abel to Joseph, sprinkled with the best blood of the Son of God, as the crimson sign of remission, only carries conviction to the business and bosoms of all flesh, <​intelligent beings​> that the cause is just and will continue; and blessed are they that hold out faithful to the end, while apostates, consenting to the shedding of innocent blood, have no forgiveness in this world nor in the world to come. Union is peace, brethren, and eternal life is the greatest gift [HC 7:152] of God. Rejoice then, that you are found worthy to live and die for God: men may kill the body, but they cannot hurt the soul, and wisdom shall be justified of her children: Amen
“July 1. 1844” [HC 7:153]
The following appropriate and expressive poetry, we copy from the Times and Seasons:
“The assassination of Generals Joseph Smith and , first presidents of the Church of Latter Day Saints; who were massacred by a mob, in , Hancock County, Ill., on the 27 June 1844:
By Miss
“‘And when he had opened the fifth seal, I saw under the altar, the souls of them that were slain for the word of God, and for the testimony which they held:
“‘And they cried with a loud voice, saying, How long, O Lord, holy and true, dost thou not judge and avenge our blood on them that dwell on the earth?
“‘And white robes were given unto every one of them; and it was said unto them, that they should rest yet for a little season, until their fellow servants also, and their brethren, that should be killed as they were, should be fulfilled.’ Rev. 6:— 9, 10, 11.
“Ye heav’ns attend! Let all the earth give ear!
Let Gods and seraphs, men and angels hear—
The worlds on high— the universe shall know
What awful scenes are acted here below!
Had nature’s self a heart, her heart would bleed
<​At the recital of that horrid deed;​>
For never, since the Son of God was slain
Has blood so noble, flow’d from human vein
As that which now, on God for vengeance calls
From ‘freedom’s ground’— from prison walls! [HC 7:154]
 
Oh! ! thy soil has drank the blood
Of Prophets martyr’d for the truth of God.
Once lov’d ! what can atone
For the pure blood of innocence, thou’st sown?
Were all thy streams in teary torrents shed
To mourn the fate of those illustrious dead;
How vain the tribute, for the noblest worth
That grac’d thy surface, O degraded earth! [p. 245]
July 1 hundreds; the righteous blood of all the holy prophets, from Abel to Joseph, sprinkled with the best blood of the Son of God, as the crimson sign of remission, only carries conviction to the bosoms of all intelligent beings that the cause is just and will continue; and blessed are they that hold out faithful to the end, while apostates, consenting to the shedding of innocent blood, have no forgiveness in this world nor in the world to come. Union is peace, brethren, and eternal life is the greatest gift [HC 7:152] of God. Rejoice then, that you are found worthy to live and die for God: men may kill the body, but they cannot hurt the soul, and wisdom shall be justified of her children: Amen
“July 1. 1844” [HC 7:153]
The following appropriate and expressive poetry, we copy from the Times and Seasons:
“The assassination of Generals Joseph Smith and , first presidents of the Church of Latter Day Saints; who were massacred by a mob, in , Hancock County, Ill., on the 27 June 1844:
By Miss
“‘And when he had opened the fifth seal, I saw under the altar, the souls of them that were slain for the word of God, and for the testimony which they held:
“‘And they cried with a loud voice, saying, How long, O Lord, holy and true, dost thou not judge and avenge our blood on them that dwell on the earth?
“‘And white robes were given unto every one of them; and it was said unto them, that they should rest yet for a little season, until their fellow servants also, and their brethren, that should be killed as they were, should be fulfilled.’ Rev. 6:— 9, 10, 11.
“Ye heav’ns attend! Let all the earth give ear!
Let Gods and seraphs, men and angels hear—
The worlds on high— the universe shall know
What awful scenes are acted here below!
Had nature’s self a heart, her heart would bleed
At the recital of that horrid deed;
For never, since the Son of God was slain
Has blood so noble, flow’d from human vein
As that which now, on God for vengeance calls
From ‘freedom’s ground’— from prison walls! [HC 7:154]
 
Oh! ! thy soil has drank the blood
Of Prophets martyr’d for the truth of God.
Once lov’d ! what can atone
For the pure blood of innocence, thou’st sown?
Were all thy streams in teary torrents shed
To mourn the fate of those illustrious dead;
How vain the tribute, for the noblest worth
That grac’d thy surface, O degraded earth! [p. 245]
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