Awake! Ye Royal Sons!
By Gerald W. Dale
Awake! ye royal sons of God,
Clothed with the Priesthood’s power.
Arise and grasp the iron rod
In this millennial hour.
Shake off the guilty fears of life;
Like men shun not the fight;
Be heroes in the battle’s strife;
Be led by heaven’s light.
Thy Priesthood shall thy mantle be,
A shield against the foe;
God’s spirit shall o’ershadow thee
Wherever thou shalt go.
Pray oft in secret to thy God
To keep thee clean and pure;
In the Priesthood’s armor shod,
Thy path to God is sure.
Let virtue garnish then thy thought
Thy confidence to strengthen.
And when life’s battles you have fought,
The Lord thy days will lengthen.
Seek not the treasures of the earth –
In Heaven thy treasures lie;
Seek jewels of eternal worth;
Work while ‘tis yet today.
Be kind; be right; be loyal, true;
Be Christlike in life’s span.
Make covenant with God anew –
Be Godlike. Be a man!