Elders’ Journal, August 1838

  • Source Note
  • Historical Introduction
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With dilligence and skill, with cheerfulness,
Thy tender hand administered relief.
When chill November’s surley blasts were heard,
And autumn’s paleness o’er the earth appear’d,
And flowers were gone, which deck’d the landscape round,
And chilling rains desceding, soak’d the ground,
When men, in hellish malice, fill’d with rage,
To overthrow the saints, their power engaged,
Like Cain of old, who with the Devil filled
Rose up and slew his brother in the field;
These drove the saints from home, and shed their blood,
Their wives and children wandered without bread,
While on the broad prairies, infants wept,
And all around them howling tempests swept;
Their little bleeding feet, and tender hands,
All testified against those wicked clans:
Behold! for vengence, justice cries aloud,
And such must feel the avenging power of God.
Through all those trying scenes, you firmly stood,
In faith relying on the word of God,
Partaking with me, all the pain and woe,
Which in those days we had to undergo.
Many a toil spent day has gone and fled,
Many tedious night rolled o’er our heads,
Many a time this bosom, querying, said,
Ah! has she got a single loaf of bread?
When, straight, from her, a letter comes with speed,
Saying, praise the Lord, for he doth still provide.
Many a time this heart has been employ’d
In praising God for what we’ve both enjoy’d,
Since on that day,we took the parting hand,
To meet again when God should give command.
Through all our toil and pain, our joys and grief,
God has protected us, and brought relief!
Then let us praise his name for all that’s past,
And do his holy will while life shall last;
And when men, by his power, shall carry forth,
His word to every nation on the earth,
And every ear has heard, from pole to pole,
And caught the glorious tidings as the’ve roll’d,
And man from every tongue and tribe have come,
By tens of thousands to their holy home:
Then may we both in Christ, by faith, arise,
And both be crown’d amidst the up [p. 63]
With dilligence and skill, with cheerfulness,
Thy tender hand administered relief.
When chill November’s surley blasts were heard,
And autumn’s paleness o’er the earth appear’d,
And flowers were gone, which deck’d the landscape round,
And chilling rains desceding, soak’d the ground,
When men, in hellish malice, fill’d with rage,
To overthrow the saints, their power engaged,
Like Cain of old, who with the Devil filled
Rose up and slew his brother in the field;
These drove the saints from home, and shed their blood,
Their wives and children wandered without bread,
While on the broad prairies, infants wept,
And all around them howling tempests swept;
Their little bleeding feet, and tender hands,
All testified against those wicked clans:
Behold! for vengence, justice cries aloud,
And such must feel the avenging power of God.
Through all those trying scenes, you firmly stood,
In faith relying on the word of God,
Partaking with me, all the pain and woe,
Which in those days we had to undergo.
Many a toil spent day has gone and fled,
Many tedious night rolled o’er our heads,
Many a time this bosom, querying, said,
Ah! has she got a single loaf of bread?
When, straight, from her, a letter comes with speed,
Saying, praise the Lord, for he doth still provide.
Many a time this heart has been employ’d
In praising God for what we’ve both enjoy’d,
Since on that day,we took the parting hand,
To meet again when God should give command.
Through all our toil and pain, our joys and grief,
God has protected us, and brought relief!
Then let us praise his name for all that’s past,
And do his holy will while life shall last;
And when men, by his power, shall carry forth,
His word to every nation on the earth,
And every ear has heard, from pole to pole,
And caught the glorious tidings as the’ve roll’d,
And man from every tongue and tribe have come,
By tens of thousands to their holy home:
Then may we both in Christ, by faith, arise,
And both be crown’d amidst the up [p. 63]
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