Given during a conference at Wheeling, West Virginia, in September, 1925, to Elder Thomas L. Clark, who told how he felt impelled to retire to his room for prayer, during which he was directed by the Spirit to write as the words of the following song came to him, and he saint it to the tune of "Silver threads among the gold."

Oh, my people, can it be;
Saith the voice of Him on high,
After all with which I've blessed thee
Some will yet my work deny?

Oh, my people, you will find
Blessings great in store for thee,
If with one united mind
Ye will serve and worship me.

While before me ye have gathered
And have prayed that I should speak,
I would ask, Would ye be fettered
Till my former laws ye keep?

Some today who've called upon me,
Have found favor in my sight;
But some as the barren fig tree,
Have but leaves, and they show blight.

As of old I cursed the fig tree
On which no fruitage did appear
So my judgments wait before thee
Lest ye turn — my word to hear.

Love, oh, love ye one another;
For by this sign men shall know
That you all are Christian brothers,
And greater power I'll bestow.

While among you I behold
Talents, time, or wealth reserved,
Heaven's riches I'll withhold
Till my law ye will observe.

Come, my people, while ye may,
Consecrate your all to me;
Then by you I'll ever stay,
Yea! Through all eternity.

—Saints Herald, November 4, 1925.