A Voice from the Prophet

"COME TO ME.'

BY W. W. PHELPS, ESQ.

-TUNE-"Indian Hunter."-

Come to me, will ye come to the saints that have died- Come to me, here are Adam and Eve at the head

To the next better world, where the righteous reside; Of a multitude, quicken'd and rais'd from the dead:

Where the angels and spirits in harmony be Here's the knowledge that was, or that is, or will be-

In the joys of a vast Paradise? Come to me. In the gen'ral assembly of worlds: Come to me

Come to me where the truth and the virtues prevails; Come to me, here's the myst'ry that man hath not seen;

Where the union is one, and the years never fail; Here's our Father in heaven, and Mother, the Queen,

Where a heart can't conceive, nor a nat'ral eye see, Here are worlds that have been, and the worlds yet to be;

What the lord has prepar'd for the just: Come to me. Her Here's eternity,-endless;l amen: Come to me.

Come to me where there is no destruction or war; Come to me all ye faithful and blest of Nauvoo:

Neither tyrants, or mobbers, or nations ajar; Come ye Twelve, and ye High Priests, and Seventies, too;

Where the system is perfect, and happiness free, Come ye Elders, and all of the great company;-

And the life is eternal with God: Come to me. When you've finish'd your work on the earth: Come to me.

Come to me, will ye come to the mansions above, Come to me; here's the future, the present and past:

Where the bliss and the knowledge, the light, and the love, Here is Alpha, Omega, the first and the last;

And the Glory of God, do eternally be? Here's the fountain, the "river of life," and the Tree:

Death, the wages of sin, is not here: Come to me. Here's your Prophet & SEER JOSEPH SMITH: Come to me.