--- title: Improvement Era description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930. authors: - George H. Brimhall collections: - periodicals tags: - magazine - improvement-era periodical: Improvement Era volume: 18 number: 6 published: 1915-04 publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations publisher_place: Salt Lake City language: en type: magazine reference: 'George H. Brimhall, "Thou Shalt Worship the Lord Thy God," *Improvement Era* 18, no. 6 (April 1915): 492.' source: url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera1806unse transcription: Transcribed from the Internet Archive scan of each issue (the item for each issue is named in the issue's own source); unnumbered advertising leaves are omitted, printed page numbers are kept as page markers. identifier: improvementera1806unse start_page: 492 end_page: 492 rights: status: public-domain basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1915-04) source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera1806unse publication_year: 1915 note: The Internet Archive item metadata carries a blanket "© Copyright by Intellectual Reserve, Inc." notice. The library owner judged it inapplicable because this issue was published in 1915, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright. --- # Thou Shalt Worship the Lord Thy God 492 IMPROVEMENT ERA with a tune hummed under her breath, went to whisk a pitcher of water from the piped stream at the door. "I'll bring the darlint to the table," called Molly, setting her brimming pitcher on the board. "If he's awake, he'll be wantin' his bite with the rest of us." "Put him on my knee," said McClosky, "I'll hold him. And now, I'll be tellin' yez how the little spalpeen came nigh ending his own and his father's life. 'Twas in the tunnel, where I rode wicl the load." "Think of his wanderin' there," choked Molly, "and them trams paradin' up and down ivry minute. '"Tis Providence he's not kilt under the wheels." — "'Twas the cable came near slicin' him" essayed McClosky. "If you've the third of a Christian in yez — McClosky, ye'll speak no more till ye've remembered yer blessin's in prayer." "There's more to be thankful for than ye'r dreamin,' Molly," said McClosky, choking. "It's the drink, Molly — that I've give up foriver. 'Twas Providence saved me in time, or where would I have been but asleep on the load, as I've been often before, after a sly snack at the flask on me trips in the tunnel and no wan — to save the spalpeen — there alone in the dark wid the cable broke, and lashin' along like mad. It's the whole story of the drink — Molly the man under the curse of it is what I might have been today, a sodden log by the road, while the big things life and — death, and plenty or poverty rides by close at hand for him to— take— or lose. It all came to me there in the tunnel, like words o'flame on the dark walls, and I know if I iver went back on the warnin' it 'ud end in my curse. It's foriver, then, I say foriver!" — And Molly sobbing on her man's shoulder, knew that his , word would hold. the end. 'Thou Shalt Worship the Lord Thy God" Remember Me, remember Me; Thou are my child, remember Me; I made this beauteous world for thee, I sent My Son who died for thee. Remember Me, remember Me; At dawn of day, remember Me; At eventide, remember Me, At Plenty's board, remember Me. Remember Me, remember Me; In all thy joys, remember Me; And in thy grief, remember Me; In Jesus' name, remember Me. George M. Brimhall