Far West

 

Far West, the city of Saints,

Where once our ancestors tread.

The price was paid for their testimonies there, Where the Prophet Joseph valiantly led.

 

The refining process is not always our trials, But learning obedience to the Fathers commands.

Strength, honor and faith in their God,

Brought them forth through the great demands.

 

Our Ancestors sacrifices whispering from the dust, On Holy Ground we also stand.

They are those who marked the way for us, To return to this inspiring land.

 

No glory unto themselves,

For the Saints who quietly serve Him.

But putting their lives into the Fathers care, His gentle guidance never grows dim.

 

The notes of struggle have been rearranged, We love our Savior as those before.

But on this Sacred ground with our children we sing, As we look to his coming once more.

 

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