The following is a poem/hymn by William W. Phelps, titled "Our Father in the Heavens". So far as I can tell, this is a little-known piece, but it makes for an interesting comparison with his considerably more famous LDS hymn "If You Could Hie to Kolob". I've italicized the chorus and fleshed it out in each instance:
When eternities began,
There were precepts made for man,
Knowing Lucifer deceives, -
For each Adam had his Eves, -
Like millions of millions his Father once had blest; -
Or millions of millions in everlasting rest.Then our Father in his youth,
Came from Teman full of truth,
Cloth'd in flesh like you and I,
Sav'd his world, and went on high,
Like millions of millions his Father once had blest; -
Or millions of millions in everlasting rest.Morning Stars together sang,
Sweet the song on Kolob rang;
"There's another Kingdom Come;
There's another God come home:" -
Like millions of millions his Father once had blest; -
Or millions of millions in everlasting rest.O! what glory fills each realm!
And what wisdom guides the helm! -
As a resurrected soul,
Every God controls a whole: -
Like millions of millions his Father once had blest; -
Or millions of millions in everlasting rest.What a mighty scope for thought, -
Where the spirits are begot?
Born for Kingdoms yet to be,
In a new eternity?
Like millions of millions his Father once had blest; -
Or millions of millions in everlasting rest.There's the mansions; there's the means;
There's the Kings, and there's the Queens;
There's the children; there's the plan;
There's the glory yet for man -
Like millions of millions his Father once had blest; -
Or millions of millions in everlasting rest.
This hymn, written by Phelps on 30 September 1851, was published in William W. Phelps, Deseret Almanac, for the Year of Our Lord, 1852: Being Leap Year, and After the 6th of April, the 23rd Year of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints; and the Second of the Last Half Century of This Dispensation (Great Salt Lake City, UT: Willard Richards), 6, 8.
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