The Gospel Heralds
By T.C. Hoyt (Snowflake, Arizona)
There’s a face missed from the wicket of the teller at the bank,
There’s a saddle hanging dusty in the tool-house on a ranch,
There’s a new hand at the factory where one left the other day,
There’s a hired man that’s ploughing since the farm boy went away.
There’s to be another teacher in the village school next term,
There’s a company that misses a member of the firm;
The sheep upon the mountain for the time are in the care
Of a new though trusty shepherd, for the old one isn’t there.
The quarry in the canyon has a new man in the crew,
And a diff’rent brakeman signals when the train is passing through.
A merchant has a novice helping him to sell his goods,
And a new man tends the boiler of the saw-mill in the woods;
A mother or a sister have assumed, with willing mind
Work which an absent daughter, going elsewhere, left behind.
Whence have gone these many toilers from their various walks of life,
Leaving work and home and comfort, leaving parents, sweetheart, wife?
They are scattered through the nations bearing messages of love,
Teaching truth to those who listen, bearing light from heav’n above.
They proclaim unto all peoples the divine and glorious Plan,
They announce the Restoration of the Gospel unto man;
They declare the confirmation of authority Divine,
They explain the holy Priesthood, every order of the line.
They declare the heavens opened, angels ministr’ring to men,
They proclaim “A Work” established ne’er to be withdrawn again.
They declare a testimony of the truth which they possess,
And they labor that the honest may acquire it and progress.
They are teaching faith and duty and repentance where they go,
The ord’nances they’re performing will salvation’s pow’r bestow.
They proclaim the truth they’re teaching all the worthy ones will save,
They declare the resurrection of the body from the grave.
They aver the lit’ral meaning of that which before was said:
That the grave’s no bar to progress, that the Gospel’s for the dead,
And that none who lived in darkness need that sad estate endure,
For vicarious work accepted opens wide the prison door.
Both by precept and example they are leading to the light
Those who humbly seek for guidance in their searching for the right.
They are helping all the honest who in faith and patience search
For the pathway that will lead them to the “true and living Church.”
They are blessing all the nations, all the peoples of all lands,
They are building up “the Kingdom,” and obeying Christ’s commands.
There’s a wife and children praying for a father every day,
There’s a maiden who rejoices that a lover went away;
Sisters, brothers, toiling, praying, to sustain the absent one,
Parents ardently are working, glad they have a worthy son.
There are honest hearts most grateful that the Gospel they have heard,
There are valiant souls progressing in the knowledge of “The Word.”
There are angel hosts rejoicing that the truth is spreading fast,
Promising the consummation of God’s purposes at last.
There’s a kind and wise All-Father, there’s a loyal “Only Son”
Waiting to assume dominion when the time is fully come.