--- title: Improvement Era description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930. authors: - Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations collections: - periodicals tags: - magazine - improvement-era periodical: Improvement Era volume: 27 number: 1 published: 1923-11 publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations publisher_place: Salt Lake City language: en type: magazine reference: 'Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations, "Open Wide the Temple Door", *Improvement Era* 27, no. 1 (November 1923): 1.' source: url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera2701unse 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: improvementera2701unse start_page: 1 end_page: 1 rights: status: public-domain basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1923-11) source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera2701unse publication_year: 1923 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 1923, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright. --- # Open Wide the Temple Door Open Wide the Temple Door Open wide the sacred portals, Open wide the Temple door; Let the Saints come in and labor, For the dead on yonder shore. Those who've died without the knowledge Of the gospel's glorious truth, Open wide the sacred portals, Open them to age and youth. Ere the gospel's star had risen, Or its orbit gleamed with light. When redemption's dawn was breaking Through the clouds of errors night. Thousands died nay never knowing God, and what his power can do, Now we come to their redemption, As Christ ransomed, I and you. Oh, ye Saints, seek out your kindred, Gather names from every clime, For this is redemption's era, Yea, this is the promised time When the Temple spires should glitter, And the towers of Zion shine, Ere the great millennial dawning Links eternity with time. Thus as saviors on "Mount Zion," For this is truly what we are. Let us gather at the Temple, Gather there from near and far: Then the dead will shout Hosannas, That their waiting hours are o'er; Then open wide the sacred portals, Open wide the temple door. Logan, Utah Sarah E. Mitton