BY W. W. PHELPS.
This world was once a garden place,
With all her glories common;
And men did live a holy race,
And worship Jesus face to face,
In Adam-ondi-Ahman.
We read that Enoch walk'd with God,
Above the pow'r of Mammon:
While Zion spread herself obroad, [sic.]
And saints and angels sung aloud
In Adam-ondi-Ahman.
Her land was good and greatly blest,
Beyond old Israel's Canaan;
Her fame was known from east to west;
Her peace was great, and pure the rest—
Of Adam-ondi-Ahman.
Hosanna to such days to come—
The Savior's second comin'—
When all the world in glorious bloom,
Affords the saints a holy home
Like Adam-ondi-Ahman.
This earth was once a garden place,
With all her glories common;
And men did live a holy race,
And worship Jesus face to face,
In Adam-ondi-Ahman.
We read that Enoch walk'd with God,
Above the pow'r of Mammon:
While Zion spread herself abroad,
And saints and angels sung aloud
In Adam-ondi-Ahman.
Her land was good and greatly blest,
Beyond old Israel's Canaan:
Her fame was known from east to west;
Her peace was great, and pure the rest
Of Adam-ondi-Ahman.
Hosanna to such days to come—
The Savior's second comin'—
When all the earth in glorious bloom,
Affords the saints a holy home
Like Adam-ondi-Ahman.