Hearken unto me, my people,
I will give to thee advice;
Think not you I have forgotten,
For before me thou art prized.

If in me you'll be united,
Then my power you would see;
But when vice, and grave disunion,
Then, oh then, how can it be?

I would speak unto my people,
Send my angels to their home;
If in me you'll be united,
Ne'er, O ne'er from me to roam!

Oh, my people, take the counsel
Of my servants o'er the land,
Cease to be in such disorder,
Then, oh, then, in me you'll stand!

Then you'll see my power displayed,
Then you'll have mine angels come;
Oh, my people, they are waiting,
They are waiting, will they come!

Then you'll see my power displayed,
Then you'll have mine angels come;
Oh, my people, they are waiting,
They are waiting, will they come!

It is on you I am waiting—
For my storehouse it is full;
Oh, then, cease, cease all your jangles,
Be united—be you one.

—Saints Herald, October, 1900.