Hear the pleadings of the Spirit,
You who honor God today;
Cast aside your fears and doubtings;
Listen to the words I say.

You are called to holy callings;
Will you fail, or occupy?
Will the souls of men drift outward,
Be allowed to sink and die?

I have called you into service,
Placed my Spirit on your head;
Will you shirk the Lord's commandment
While the hungry go unfed?

Long my Spirit has been waiting
For response from my Saints,
Who the golden hours are waiting,
Spent in bickerings and complaints.

Think ye that the world's inducements
Your reward will make more sure?
Or the faithful, prayerful service
Of the humble who endure?

Choose ye, then, your line of labor—
Choose and seek to occupy.
God commandeth not the idle,
but the humble souls who try.

I have called you into service,
Shall my calling be in vain?
Will you follow worldly cravings;
Sell your souls for worldly gain?

Think ye, meditate, my servants,
What hath this world's good to give?
Pleasures shallow, strife and envy,
Discontentment while you live.

There is pleasure in my service,
Sweet contentment, hope, and love,
Brotherhood of pure communion
Like the church of God above.

But my servants must be honest—
Not a saint of God today—
And tomorrow cease allegiance
And forsake the narrow way.

Hypocrites my soul abhorreth,
None of these have strength to stand;
When the final judgment sitteth,
They'll be numbered with the damned.

Oh, ye who now bear my image,
Up, assert your covenant true—
Be not numbered with the faithless,
But with those who dare and do.

Zion's work must be accomplished,
Ere endowments rich can come.
Yours it is to do the building,
Yours the world to gather from.

Time is short, my work must hasten;
Redeemed, Zion soon shall be,
And my covenant people gathered;
From the wicked they shall flee.

Unto you, young men and maidens,
Who have seen the light of truth,
Who have left the world's enticements
In the early days of youth;

You are called with holy callings,
Sanctify yourselves, be true—
Soon the work of soul redemption
Will God delegate to you.

On you hangs great obligation;
Study hard to understand—
That the work to you intrusted
May sweep onward through the land.

All my church is called to service,
Honor great as God can give,
Hasten to do his bidding,
And with the ransomed you shall live.

—Saints' Herald, January 13, 1926.