To
Elder Wilford Woodruff,
On the anniversary of his 70 Birth
Birthday, spent in the Temple of the
Lord, officiating for his dead
June Hazel Dall (By proxy)

Thy seventieth year is now complete
Oh, what a glorious day!
We in Gods Holy Temple meet
And in his name we pray,
That you may many More such days
Upon this Earth still see—
And that the bliss of Endless lives
On all thy race may be.

Chorus
Oh, long live Wilford Woodruff,
And may his years increase;
For ownly with his life on Earth,
His works of Love will cease.

We meet to day with Joy to act,
A pro[x]y for thy dead,
And Givee thee scores of wives who'll be
Like crowns upon thy head.
This day will never be forgot
In heaven or on Earth below,
Gods Blessings on Each one will rest—
This, this we surely know.

Thy time and talents thou hast spent
To do the work of God—
Pleased to obey our Fathers call—
And thought not of reward.
Thou, faithful servant, never dreamed,
For thee, there was in store,
A Birth day such as this on Earth
None have Enjoyed before.

The Prision gates have opened been,
The dead have been set free,
And many who have know[n] thy worth,
Salvation gain through thee,
Their Glad Hosannahs will resound
Through heaven's etherial space
That wish the ransomed, they can meet
Around the Throne of grace

Mrs A Randall
St George Utah
March 1, 1877

THIS UNIQUE BIRTHDAY.

Composed for Brother Wilford Woodruff
One of the Twelve Apostles.

within the Holy Temples walls
we celebrate this day,
For seventy years have crowned thy head,
All hail to thee we say.

The first of all the sons of men
Art thou to celebrate
A Birth day in this unique way—
That makes thy Kingdom great

For Many that have passed away
And dwell whare spirits live,
Rejoice, with songs of Gladness now
That Thou these Blessing give

That they're redeemed and ransomed ones
can live among the just,
And numbers, by a prox[y] here
Have put in thee their trust.

Full well they know thy power and place
Thy honered calling here,
And they rejoice that thou hast lived
To bless them in there sphere.

How often the destroyer came
To loose the band of life,
And sou^ght^ to bear thee from the Earth,
Because of thy belief—

Because thy work on Earth was great
And much was still to come,
He many times has sought thee out,
But thou wast not alone;

A power above his power, forbid
Rebuked him and he fled
And left thee, still to Bless mankind
The living and the dead.

And we rejoice with thee to day,
That thou hast lived to see
This birth day, in this holy house
All hail! all hail! to thee.

May many birthdays still be thine
we wish thee peace and Joy,
with gifts from heaven and boons of Earth
May naught, thee, ne'er annoy

Emily B. Spencer

To Elder Wilford Woodruff, On the anniversary of his 70 Birth Birthday, spent in the Temple of the Lord, officiating for his dead June Hazel Dall (By proxy)

Thy seventieth year is now complete Oh, what a glorious day! We in Gods Holy Temple meet And in his name we pray, That you may many More such days Upon this Earth still see— And that the bliss of Endless lives On all thy race may be.

Chorus Oh, long live Wilford Woodruff, And may his years increase; For ownly with his life on Earth, His works of Love will cease.

We meet to day with Joy to act, A proxy for thy dead, And Givee thee scores of wives who'll be Like crowns upon thy head. This day will never be forgot In heaven or Earth below, Gods Blessings on Each one will rest— This, this we surely know.

Thy time and talents thou hast spent To do the work of God— Pleased to obey our Fathers call— And thought not of reward. Thou, faithful servant, never dreamed, For thee, there was in store, A Birth day such as this on Earth None have Enjoyed before.

The Prision gates have opened been, The dead have been set free, And many who have known thy worth, Salvation gain through thee, Their Glad Hosannahs will resound Through heaven's etherial space That wish the ransomed, they can meet Around the Throne of grace

Mrs A Randall St George Utah March 1, 1877

THIS UNIQUE BIRTHDAY.

Composed for Brother Wilford Woodruff One of the Twelve Apostles.

within the Holy Temples walls we celebrate this day, For seventy years have crowned thy head, All hail to thee we say.

The first of all the sons of men Art thou to celebrate A Birth day in this unique way— That makes thy Kingdom great

For Many that have passed away And dwell whare spirits live, Rejoice, with songs of Gladness now That Thou these Blessing give

That they're redeemed and ransomed ones can live among the just, And numbers, by a proxy here Have put in thee their trust.

Full well they know thy power and place Thy honered calling here, And they rejoice that thou hast lived To bless them in there sphere.

How often the destroyer came To loose the band of life, And sought to bear thee from the Earth, Because of thy belief—

Because thy work on Earth was great And much was still to come, He many times has sought thee out, But thou wast not alone;

A power above his power, forbid Rebuked him and he fled And left thee, still to Bless mankind The living and the dead.

And we rejoice with thee to day, That thou hast lived to see This birth day, in this holy house All hail! all hail! to thee.

May many birthdays still be thine we wish thee peace and Joy, with gifts from heaven and boons of Earth May naught, thee, ne'er annoy

Emily B. Spencer