NAUVOO THE BEAUTIFUL
Have you wandered through the streets of old Nauvoo?
Felt the Holy Spirit whisper the sweet truth to you,
Walked down to the river where the Saints all fled,
Forced out in the cold snow, from a warm cosy bed.

The spirit seems to be everywhere, it is all around,
It is as though you are walking upon holy ground,
The homes they left were havens in a world of sin,
You feel a solemn, sacred presence as you enter in.

Now once more the temple sits high upon the hill
So fulfilling again our dear Heavenly Father’s will,
In days gone by it could be seen coming up the river,
This time it is seen and here to stay and will be forever.

Oh, how those saints who were forced out must rejoice
At the dedication, and I sure we will hear each voice
Shout Hosanna along with each living person there,
With thousands of faithful Saints worshipping with care.

So I will shout Hosanna until the rafters ring above
And join with the dead Saints in everlasting love,
Then, the temple as a beacon, spreads it’s light abroad
And many souls will once again worship their Lord.

M Ann Margetson November 22, 2001