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In the first dispensation They came from afar
Trailing clouds of glory from their home on a star.
From the royal mansion on high was the Fall
To organize a world, a home for us all.Adam, our Father, High Priest of our race,
Prepared for His children a beautiful place.
Glorious the beauty He crafted called Earth,
The place for His children's physical birth.The Eternal Priesthood our Father doth bear
Which commandeth the earth, the water, and air.
Creations unnumbered, worlds without end,
Yet in His own image created He men.And while on the Earth the Father did make
Tabernacles of flesh for His children to take;
That they, like He, might someday be whole
With body and spirit, a quickening soul.Michael, our Father, the Ancient of Days
Will teach us in Zion to walk in His ways.
Faith He will teach us, the strength to endure
That we may be holy, and humble, and pure.We will love one another, that we may be one
To worship the Father in the name of the Son;
That at the end of this mortal probation
We may be found worthy to receive exaltation."Oh Father Eternal, Father Divine
Sacred and holy is thy Grand Design;
That teacheth all men what they can be
When they but turn their hearts unto thee."
- - David A. McGaughey
- (November 1998)