Poetry

TUNE-The rose that all are praising.'

The God that others worship is not the God for me; The hope that Gentiles cherish is not the hope for me;

He has no parts nor body and cannot hear nor see;- It has no faith nor knowledge, far from it I would be.

But I've a God that lives above- But I've a hope that will not fail,

A God of power and of love,- That reaches safe within the veil,-

A God of Revelation-O, that's the God for me; Which hope is like an anchor-O, that's the

O, that's the God for me; O, that's the God for me. hope for me, &c.

A church without Apostles is not the church for me; The heaven of sectarians is not the heaven for me;

It's like a ship dismasted, afloat upon the sea. So doubtful its location, neither on land nor sea.

But I've a church that's always led, But I've a heaven on the earth-

By the twelve stars around her head;- The land and home that gave me birth,-

A church with good foundations-O, that's the church for me- A heaven of light and knowledge-O, that's

O, that's the church for me, &c. the heaven for me, &c.

A church without a Prophet is not the church for me; A church without a gathering is not the church for me;

It has no head to lead it, in it I would not be;- The Savior would not own it, wherever it might be.

But I've a church not built by men, But I've a church that's called out,

Cut from the mountain without hands; From false traditions, fears and doubts,

A church with gifts and blessings-O, that's A gathering dispensation-O, that's the church

the church for me, &c. for me, &c.