"Sanctuary of the Saints"

Plant Zion new on river’s sorrowed bend,
The mantle remains; this work does endure.
The Father’s blessing gives a haven sure.
Saints’ hands that build in peace shall not contend.

Raise sacred these beams so all may find rest.
A holy inn for travelers of light.
Sanctified stone to gain endless insight.
With open arms, this door opens to each guest.

You need a place so heaven may descend.
In sacred rooms, the living bind the dead.
Eternal ties anchored at every thread.
Delay not; make this your favorite trend.

Let every stone proclaim a covenant sure.
His mercy lives, His promises endure.

Content based upon D&C 124

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