When First The Glorious Light Of Truth
William Clayton
When first the glorious light of truth
Burst forth in this last age
How few there were enrolled theirs names
Upon its sacred page
And those those few how many have passed from earth away
And in their graves are sleeping
Till the resurrection day
Till the resurrection day
And in their graves are sleeping
Till the resurrection day
How many on Missouri's plains lie prone in death's embrace-
Pure, honest souls, too good to live
In such a wicked place
And are they left forever beneath the silent clay?
Ah, no, they are but sleeping
Till the resurrection day
Till the resurrection day
Ah, no, they are but sleeping
Till the resurrection day
Our patriarch and prophet too
Were massacred they bled
To seal their testimony
And were numbered with the dead
Ah tell me are they sleeping?
Me things I hear them say
Death's icy chains are bursting
Tis the resurrection day
Tis the resurrection day
Death's icy chains are bursting
Tis the resurrection day
And here in these sweet peace full vales
The shafts of death are hurled
And many faithful saints are called
Unto a better world
And friends are ofttimes weeping
For friends who've passed away
And in their graves are sleeping
Till the resurrection day
Till the resurrection day
And in their graves are sleeping
Till the resurrection day
Why should we mourn because we leave these scenes of toil and pain?
Oh, happy change the righteous go celestial crowns to gain
And soon we all shall follow to realms of endless day
And taste the joy and glories
Of resurrection day
Of resurrection day
And taste the joy and glories
Of resurrection day