Dear Little Lambs of the dawning,
More precious to me than gold;
You must suffer persecution,
As the truth and light you behold.
You will go through tribulation,
But soon this trouble will pass,
When the day for which you’ve waited,
Will have dawned for you at last.
And then the books will be opened,
When the light of life shall shine.
The word shall be exalted,
And the truth is revealed to mankind.
The purpose for all the ages,
Will reach its consummation;
The trumpet sound of Jubilee
Will release the whole creation
Mildred Eslick Garner