O my Father, thou that dwellest In the high and glorious place, When
shall I regain thy presence And again behold thy face? In thy holy habitation, Did my spirit once reside? In my
first primeval childhood Was I nurtured near thy side?
For a wise and glorious purpose Thou hast placed me here on earth And
withheld the recollection Of my former friends and birth; Yet ofttimes a secret something Whispered, “You’re
a stranger here,” And I felt that I had wandered From a more exalted sphere.
I had learned to call thee Father, Thru thy Spirit from on high, But,
until the key of knowledge Was restored, I knew not why. In the heav’ns are parents single? No, the thought
makes reason stare! Truth is reason; truth eternal Tells me I’ve a mother there.
When I leave this frail existence, When I lay this mortal by, Father,
Mother, may I meet you In your royal courts on high? Then, at length, when I’ve completed All you sent me forth
to do, With your mutual approbation Let me come and dwell with you.
Text: Eliza R. Snow, 1804–1887, Music: James McGranahan, 1840–1907
Alma 53:20-22 (Book of Mormon)
20. And they were all young men, and they were exceedingly
valiant for courage, and also for strength and activity; but behold, this was not all—they were men who were true at
all times in whatsoever thing they were entrusted.
21. Yea, they were men of truth and soberness, for
they had been taught to keep the commandments of God and to walk uprightly before him.
22. And now it came to pass that Helaman did march
at the head of his two thousand stripling soldiers, to the support of the people in the borders of the land on the south by
the west sea.