"Adam Your God" From Eliza R Snow's Seraph - 80's Remix

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  • čas přidán 24. 05. 2024
  • #LDS #mormons #latterdaysaint #music
    Eliza R Snow was visited by a Seraph, who clarified and taught her principles beyond many. I believe this Seraph was someone very dear to her, who she could not be with anymore who she missed. Hope you enjoy this and are able to hum it as you go.
    a seraph form appear’d-
    His look-his voice my anxious spirit cheer’d.
    It was the Priesthood-that which held the key
    T’ unlock the portals of eternity:
    And with o’erflowing heart I took my seat
    An enter’d student at th’ Instructor’s feet.
    Faith and obedience and integrity
    Will the grand test of future heirship be.
    It matters not what station here, you fill,
    If true and faithful to the Father’s will:
    As you prepare yourself on earth, will be
    Your place-your portion in eternity.
    As disobedience fill’d the world with pain,
    Obedience will restore it back again.
    The base perversions of my pow’rs produce
    All the strong engines, satan has in use,
    And qualify the sons of men to dwell
    With his dark majesty, the prince of hell.
    All that obey the pow’rs of darkness, go
    With those they follow, to the world below.
    Then list to me-my precepts all obey;
    The Gods have sent me in this latter day
    Fully commission’d upward all to lead
    Who will my counsels and instructions heed-
    Who seek in ev’ry circumstance and place
    To benefit and bless their fellow race-
    Who seek their Father’s interests to enhance;
    His glorious cause upon the earth advance:
    Whether below, they much or little claim;
    If they exalt and magnify His name,
    And in His service labor faithfully,
    They’ll have a fulness of his legacy.
    Each faithful saint is an acknowledg’d heir,
    And as his diligence, will be his share
    When God, a patrimony shall bestow
    Upon his sons and daughters here below.
    Adam, your God, like you on earth has been
    Subject to sorrow in a world of sin:
    Thro’ long gradation he arose to be
    Cloth’d with the Godhead’s might and majesty.
    And what to him in his probative sphere,
    Whether a bishop, deacon, priest, or seer?
    Whether his offices and callings were,
    He magnified them with assiduous care;
    And by obedience he obtain’d the place
    Of God and father of this human race.
    Obedience will the same bright garland weave
    As it has done for your great mother, Eve,
    For all her daughters on the earth, who will
    All my requirements sacredly fulfil.
    And what to Eve, tho’ in her mortal life
    She’d been the first, the tenth, or fiftieth wife?
    What did she care when in her lowest state,
    Whether by fools, consider’d small or great?
    ’Twas all the same to her-she prov’d her worth-
    She’s now the Goddess and the queen of earth.
    Life’s ultimatum unto those that live
    As saints of God, and all my pow’rs receive,
    Is still the onward, upward course to tread-
    To stand as Adam and as Eve, the head
    Of an inheritance, a new-formed earth,
    And to a spirit race give mortal birth-
    Give them experience in a world like this,
    Then lead them forth to everlasting bliss,
    Cloth’d with salvation and eternal joy,
    Where high perfection dwells without alloy.”
    Thus said the seraph:-Sacred in my heart
    I cherish all his precious words impart;
    And humbly pray I ever may, as now,
    With holy def’rence in his presence bow.
    The field of thought, he open’d to my view,
    My wonder rous’d and admiration too:
    I marvel’d at the silly childishness
    Of saints, the heirs of everlasting bliss-
    The candidates for Godheads and for worlds
    As time on time eternities unfurls.
    I felt my littleness, and thought, henceforth
    I’ll be, myself, the humblest saint on earth;
    And all that God shall to my care assign
    I’ll recognize and use as his, not mine,
    Wherever he assigns to me a place
    That will I seek with diligence to grace;
    And for my parents, wheresoe’er my lot,
    To work with all my might, and murmur not,
    I’ll seek their highest int’rest, till they come
    And as a faithful daughter, take me home.
    As thus I mused, the lovely queen of night
    ’Neath heav’n’s blue canopy, diffus’d her light;
    Still brighter beams o’er earth’s horizon play-
    A cheering prelude to approaching day,
    When truth’s full glory will o’erspread the skies
    And the bright “Sun of Righteousness arise.”
    #music #mormon #latterdaysaint #ldsscriptures #electronicmusic #remix #mormons #LDS
    erslexicon.wordpress.com/poems-46-50/

Komentáře • 1

  • @nikolasadams460
    @nikolasadams460 Před 21 dnem +1

    Thankyou for making her words known. Glory to Father Adam.