MISSION OF THE TWELVE
BY P. P. PRATT

How fleet the precious moments roll
How soon the harvest will be o'er
The watchmen seek their final rest
And lift a warning voice no more

Another year has rolld away
And took its thousands to the tomb
Its sorrows and its Joys are fled
To hasten on the gen'ral doom

And eighteen hundred thirty five
Is rolling swiftly on the wing
And soon the the leaves and tae^n^drils thrives
A token of returning spring

The fulness of the gospel shines
With glorious and resplendent rays
The earth and heavens show forth their signs
As tokens of the latter days

Ye chosen twelve to you are given
The keys of this last ministry
To every nation under heaven
From land to land from sea to sea

First to the gentiles sounds the news
Throughout Columbia's happy land
And then before it reach the Jews
Prepare on Europe's shores to stand

MISSION OF THE TWELVE BY P. P. PRATT

How fleet the precious moments roll How soon the harvest will be o'er The watchmen seek their final rest And lift a warning voice no more

Another year has rolld away And took its thousands to the tomb Its sorrows and its joys are fled To hasten on the gen'ral doom

And eighteen hundred thirty five Is rolling swiftly on the wing And soon the the leaves and tendrils thrives A token of returning spring

The fulness of the gospel shines With glorious and resplendent rays The earth and heavens show forth their signs As tokens of the latter days

Ye chosen twelve to you are given The keys of this last ministry To every nation under heaven From land to land from sea to sea

First to the gentiles sounds the news Throughout Columbia's happy land And then before it reach the Jews Prepare on Europe's shores to stand