Classic Poem

The north winds howled across the rockies, with a blasting chill.
The people wandered through the snow drifts, while the stars shone
cold and still.

There was no place on earth to rest then; no place for the children
to lie.
But Mosier watched throughout the hosts, that none of them should die.

Through the desert lone and dreary; through the cold, drifting sands,
The people fled from the hosts of Satan, from the wrath of wicked man.

The spirit of Jehovah gleams across the heaven, a light for every man;
Showing white the road that leads to Zion, shining bright in every
land.

Watching in a city by the river, praising in music and in song,
Waiting for the train of Zion, Mosier with his hosts of angels comes
speeding on.

Ring you bells, for the station of Zion; let the music sound out over
the land.
Mosier with his hosts of the angels comes to earth to reign with man.