Show I 1 original ADDRESS Dohve roil by eliza B R snow jan ju 9 1855 IM at a social party in lorenzo snows snow s hall H I 1 I 1 my MI brothers and sisters im happy to be W ft ere the atmospheres jure pure where the spirit is free where clear rays from the light of eternity shine V where here reflections froni from inte luminous mine brightly bea be beam A from each eye in in each countenance glow 9 low I 1 where pure currents of thought thou abt now flow where sweet singers and players rich impart to form tei telegraph lines from the head to th the a heart I 1 1 hosanna to god let ins his praises abound till the world to his bis honor with shouts will resound and with acts that imply more than language can speak all that look for salvation n his f favor avor will seek with pure hearts and clean hands bands we can never naver do I 1 wrong I 1 aud and well praise him in in music in dance and in in song in whatever wo we do either or toil I 1 for the welfare of zion we aim all the while our theme our ambition oar wealth and our I 1 home our bright centre of hopes in in the glories to come like rich clusters of grapes on i a desolate desolate plain or cool streams on the desert is what we obtain from the presence of god when his spirit unbinds unwinds un binds and with holy gives scope to our minds and our minds must expand and our hearts be en larad or with 61 line upon line they will he be overcharge small vessels when fillad can but little contain all that eich each can receive we are sure to obtain but the eye hath not seen and the ear hath bath not heard beard not nor hath the heart what the lord has prepared prep arld I 1 in the heavens hea ens for the saints who their fai hiu rhess 8 prove I 1 and in keeping his statutes exhibit their love Yet sweet furet astell flow down lile like refresh ings of dew 1 on our pilgrimage here to encourage us through lo 10 the pow s of the earth ire are beginning to shake and the great day of vengeance is read to break I 1 A slaughter field bib babylon ion soon will become acome por for the Gen gennies benti ties es are urging their own on n fearful doom and the si sinners in zion will meet their reward for tile the judgments begin at tile the house hous e of the lord revolutions w wide ide trumpet is sounding its blast change is is treading on change and rune connot rolls fit fast the earths eartha tide of creation has ebba itself low 1 w there will be no more ebbing henceforward twill flow restitutions Restituti ons tall era en with us ins has commenced and the truths of salvation al are widely dispensa the grand of israel irael procla inid far ind and i bear ear and a few from all nations are eatherd gat glit herd herld up here and how blest are the saints n hore permitted to come to these vallies of peace pe aceto to this mountainous mountainous home where no wolf and no tiger can lawlessly prow 1 aud and no night lurking dog with impunity howl where the finger of god the priesthood Priest bood directs and his all seeing eye his prophet pro protects truth w ill spread forth its conquests till th nations I 1 abroad will bow down aud acknowledge the kingdom of god in eternal progression were tt e re taught to believe but bin we all have hato to labor for what we receive with no service perfo inid hi J re barq rg 1 I n where no war fares are are no victories vi actor ies g ginta gin and td we fl e must wo wor kand continue our work all the di day lif if we tire out at noun noon we shall forfeit the pity pay if perchance we should wear out we take the nest lie it room aud and with more reland matter our labors resume under superintendence of those ti I 1 ose who preside in the bright spirit land oer eer the saints that have died father adam our god let all israel extol and jesus our brother who wl to died lor us all al AH the praise is imperfect we now c can in bentov besto V our expression is weak and our language lan too low but when zion that dwells on a planet in light with the zion perfected on earth shall unite 1 sweet rich high sounding anthems anthem 1 all hearn wil inspire ins rire vire As the pure language flows from the lips lipi of the choir |