Invocation! Lines Inscribed to Elder Wilford Woodruff

We do well to call you great—your worth
In vindicating the cause of truth
Long and loud from East, West, South, and North
Far from the scenes of all thy Early Youth
On the side of Truth, thy, voice is always heard
Reaching e'en beyound the seas to sound the word
Demons rage—yet onward upward is thy course

My mind runs back to Early days of yore
Bear with me while I tell those trials o'er
First a Priest—on Journey long in swampy land
Alone and—thy life was in thy hand
Bearing Precious seed to sow to Adams race
Proclaming Peace On Earth, good will from place to place
Angels guarded thee in all thy Journeyings through
Thy Early preachings saw the[e] safe back to Nauvoo
Was with the in times when Marteyrs fell
Sustained thee against the hordes of foes from hell
Nauvoo! Can I recount those times again
Of pain, and sorrow—anguish—deaths dark reign
Of Men women children—Bivouacked in shreads
Of clothing—in Lee County—Earth for beads [beds]
No Home, No friends—outcasts, all all in gloom
Despair—there seemed no peace save in the Tomb
Fields upon fields of Golden yellow grain
The increase of heaven seemed given in vain
Our foes prevailed—drove us with a ruthless hand
All was gone destruction ruled the Land
But then our God He did not us forsake
To cross trackless wilds our western Journey take

Invocation! Lines Inscribed to Elder Wilford Woodruff

We do well to call you great— your worth In vindicating the cause of truth Long and loud from East, West, South, and North Far from the scenes of all thy Early Youth On the side of Truth, thy, voice is always heard Reaching e'en beyound the seas to sound the word Demons rage— yet onward upward is thy course

My mind runs back to Early days of yore Bear with me while I tell those trials o'er First a Priest an Journey long in swampy land Alone and— thy life was in thy hand Bearing Precious seed to sow to Adams race Proclaming Peace On Earth, good will from place to place Angels guarded thee in all thy Journeyings through Thy Early preachings saw the safe back to Nauvoo Was with the in times when Martyrs fell Sustained thee against the hordes of foes from hell Nauvoo! Can I recount those times again Of pain, and sorrow— anguish— deaths dark reign Of Men women children— Bivouacked in shreads Of clothing— in Lee County— Earth for beads No Home, No friends— outcasts, all all in gloom Despair— there seemed no peace save in the Tomb Fields upon fields of Golden yellow grain The increase of heaven seemed given in vain Our foes prevailed— drove us with a ruthless hand All was gone destruction ruled the Land But then our God He did not us forsake To cross trackless wilds our western Journey take