The Mount of the Restoration #song Bruce R McConkie

We stand today on a mountain peak Humbled for there is much more to seek In the midst of the mountains of Israel There's a panavision that is surreal To gain the height we have climbed up switches Past forests of evil where much sin stretches Past canyons, cliffs and crags where some plummet We have struggled and reached this high summit: Along this way, as we upward climb, We pass roaring rivers of hate and crime This Mount is the grandest peak of all Where Heavenly angels beckon and call. Here assemble the church of the first born! Looking back we see the the trails they have worn. And the view is glorious! Yes, indeed! We can hear praise for their every deed, As Angel Moroni flies high in the midst. From his trump, lo- hear whispers come up from the dust. While angelic ministrants bless, bearing keys, What is rolling forth to fill the earth with peace? A little stone that is cut, all, without hands Shorn from where the house of the Lord now stands. As the stone breaks earthly kingdom's damage Soon, it will smite the Babylonian image. Then Elders can cry unto these many nations, "Repent and assemble where e'er one stations!" We see stakes and temples dotting the ground, Where gifts, signs, and miracles abound. As the sick are healed and the dead are raised And the power of God, in song is praised. God's elect are to progress, tutored and bred While murderers try their good blood to shed. As our eyes watch all that lies below We rejoice that there is much more to know. With joy, we anticipate the dawn of tomorrow Though we may face suffering and dampening sorrow. As we ponder and count our bountiful blessings We climb on and follow the pioneers old treadings. Crest upon crest along their once charted course Until, suddenly, we are hit with emotions full force. So glorious... what we can see causes our hearts to rejoice, For those with clean hands and pure hearts are sanctified and choice. But, the Lord's caravan must and does roll forward To all the nations it presses onward and upward. More and more missionaries share light and utterance Ishmael's tribes will have their inheritance! The now large stone breaks down the last barriers. We can not stop, be idle, or tarry here. For, we see saints, of the most high, worshipping In Moscow, Saigon and in Peking In Egypt, India, and Africa... As contrails burst forth from America, We see Saints of God all the world over Standing with lights and guides that empower! Amist it all, still, there are revelations. There are prophecies, prayers, and more visions. There are new gifts, signs, and miracles Yes, the Holy Spirit of God fulfills! Amid this believing, souls are born again Preparing for God and to dwell with Him. Is it any wonder that we rejoice? Amid commotion there is a still small voice. The ungodly will be swept away from the church As the little stone fills the whole earth. The Zion of God will be found unmoved. Amidst great trembling, the Mt. is best proved. Ahead lies what's dark, dreary and dreadful. Upon each issue we must be careful. The blood of the martyrs will poor again As though doors in Carthage enclose in. We must heed the Prophet and Apostles And let their words penetrate our auricles. As whether in life or death, we will soon see Our blessed Lord return nigh in Glory! We will see New Jerusalem coming down To join the Holy City with peace all around. We shall mingle with Enoch's pure bright city While we worship and serve divinity. From peak to peak, hear the echoing strains? "Glory to the Lord our God," we will acclaim! We will sing the Psalms of the Restoration And among things unlawful to even speak Will come joy into the hearts of the faithful, meek. Bruce R. McConkie, Ensign 1980 "The Coming Tests and Trials and Glory"