In the quiet grove, he knelt to pray,
Young Joseph Smith, at break of day,
A vision bright, a heavenly sight,
In the morning's golden light.
With faith and strength, he faced the scorn,
Revelations in the early morn,
Translating words from ancient time,
To guide us on, to heights sublime.
Through trials and pain, he stood so tall,
To bring the book that blesses all,
The Book of Mormon, light and truth,
A gift for us, for old and youth.
Enemies came, their hearts so cold,
But Joseph's faith was pure and bold,
With every trial, he grew in grace,
A prophet's heart in a holy place.
Now we hold this sacred tome,
A light to guide us safely home,
Thanks to him who faced the night,
To bring us all eternal light.
Through trials and pain, he stood so tall,
To bring the book that blesses all,
The Book of Mormon, light and truth,
A gift for us, for old and youth.
Through trials and pain, he stood so tall,
To bring the book that blesses all,
The Book of Mormon, light and truth,
A gift for us, for old and youth.
Enemies came, their hearts so cold,
But Joseph's faith was pure and bold,
With every trial, he grew in grace,
A prophet's heart in a holy place.
Now we hold this sacred tome,
A light to guide us safely home,
Thanks to him who faced the night,
To bring us all eternal light.
Through trials and pain, he stood so tall,
To bring the book that blesses all,
The Book of Mormon, light and truth,
A gift for us, for old and youth.