By the deaths of His Apostles o’er a number of years
And authority taken from earth, and truths changed by itching ears
How in Latter-days, Satan’s chain of darkness, with links not a few
Would become dismantled, and then all things again become new
When in the Spring of 1820, a young boy so humble, yet so bold
Would enter a sacred grove, to petition the God of which he’d been told
And humbly knelt, and for the first time began to pray
When immediately darkness bound his tongue, and words he could no longer say
Exerting all strength, the boy within called out for deliverance from evil unseen
While so near to abandoning himself to destruction, as it seemed
Heaven’s windows long ere closed, so sure, and so tight
Had suddenly opened, from which descended a Glorious Light
Two beings before the boy stood in brilliant, eternal flame
When the God of heaven then called him by name
“Joseph, this is My Beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased”,
Hear Him”- the boy’s burdens now began to be eased
The boy asked which of all the churches to cast his lot
The reply came back, the Savior’s true church on the earth, at that time was not
But the fullness of the Savior’s Gospel, so peaceful, so pure
Soon would be set inplace, eternally solid, and forever sure
The time of refreshing, prophesied by ancient prophets who sought
Was now to begin, and put an end to centuries of spiritual rot
The Savior’s restored Kingdom would vanquish spiritual dearth
And continue to roll forth, until it has fill the whole earth
Angels with priesthood, and keys to restore
Soon would appear, and upon man’s head place them once more
A prophecy which had long been foretold
Had now come to pass, as the Savior restored His True Fold
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