---
title: Times and Seasons
description: Issues of 1839 to 1840.
authors:
  - Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints
editors:
  - Ebenezer Robinson
  - Don Carlos Smith
  - Smith, Joseph, Jr.
  - Taylor, John
collections:
  - periodicals
tags:
  - newspaper
  - times-and-seasons
  - nauvoo
  - nineteenth-century
periodical: Times and Seasons
volume: 1
number: 6
published: 1840-04
publisher: E. Robinson and D. C. Smith; later John Taylor
publisher_place: Commerce and Nauvoo, Illinois
language: en
type: article
reference: "“A Hymn,” *Times and Seasons* 1, no. 6 (April 1840): 95–96."
printed_title: A HYMN.
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/per_utah-and-the-mormons_times-and-seasons_1840-04_1_6
  transcription: Text from the Centerplace.org transcription (https://www.centerplace.org/history/ts/v1n06.htm), with its page breaks; this Internet Archive scan is the reference copy (its OCR was used only as a witness for OCR repair)
  identifier: per_utah-and-the-mormons_times-and-seasons_1840-04_1_6
start_page: 95
end_page: 96
curator_note: A Mormon newspaper published by the church in Nauvoo; included for historical study. Inclusion does not imply endorsement.
rights:
  status: public-domain
  basis: US publication 1840 (Nauvoo, Illinois); published before 1931, so public domain in the United States
  source: https://archive.org/details/per_utah-and-the-mormons_times-and-seasons_1840-04_1_6
  publication_year: 1840
---

# A Hymn

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BY E. PARTRIDGE

We read of the sufferings of saints long ago, Tho' we are oppress'd, we will sing and praise God,

How tyrants destry'd them without a just cause. For he counts us worthy to bare it for Christs' sake;

So modern saints too, have their sufferings and woes ; All sons must be chast'ned, and prov'd with the rod,

In this land of freedom, religion and laws . Then let us not murmur, nor his cause forsake.

They have been tarr'd, feather'd, and often times whip'd, How long, O my God, shall the enemy reign,

Been murder'd, and plunder'd, and robbed, and driv'n; And rob, drive and murder, the saints without cause?

Their housed destroy'd, till they have been strip'd When shall they have power their rights to maintain,

Of all earthly wealth, but they've treasures in heav'n.

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Shall mobs always triumph, in spite of the laws?

Oh! no for the prophets have foretold a time, Oh! hasten dear Lord, hasten on that blest day,

(But not till the Ancient of days shall have sit,) My soul will rejoice, should I live till it come;

That saints shall have power, wisdom divine, Prepare Lord thy saints, for the happy era,

The kingdom to take, and then to possess it. That we may be ready, and bid it welcome.