O my people, be not lifted
Up, in pride and wicked hearts;
If you do you will be sifted,
And from me bid to depart.

For a poor afflicted people,
I have chosen as my own;
And a pure and holy people,
I must have when I do come.

Cease your jarrings and contentions,
Or in judgment I will come;
In my law 'tis there made mention,
That such things must not be done.

O my people, be more careful,
How you trifle with my word;
Live more humble, watchful, prayerful,
I will then your prayers regard.

I entreat you now to harken,
And to heed what I have said,
Or your minds will soon be darkened,
And by Satan's power led.

Oft I've told you in my kindness,
How to flee the wrath to some;
If you still will walk in blindness,
You must share the dreadful doom.

Yes, I've spoken to you often,
yet some have me heeded not;
For a while their hearts did soften,
But my words they soon forgot.

Stop and listen to the teachings
Of the Spirit's warning voice,
As it whispers so beseeching,
Hear, oh hear, thy Savior's voice.

If you heed what I have spoken,
And observe to do my will,
Keep your covenants unbroken,
I will all my words fulfill.

I will pray unto the Father
That he will not hew you down,
That you may prepare to gather
Up to Zion, with his own.

Saints' Herald, August, 1867.