1. The Seer, the Seer, Joseph, the Seer!
I’ll sing of the Prophet ever dear,
the Prophet ever dear;
His equal now cannot be found
By searching the wide world around.
With Gods he soared in the realms of day,
And men he taught the heav’nly way,
And men he taught the heav’nly way.
The earthly Seer! the heav’nly Seer!
I love to dwell on his memory dear;
The chosen of God and the friend of man,
He brought the priesthood back again;
He gazed on the past and the future, too,
And opened, and opened the heavenly world to view,
And opened, and opened the heavenly world to view.
2. Of noble seed, of heavenly birth,
He came to bless the sons of earth,
to bless the sons of earth;
With keys by the Almighty giv’n,
He opened the full rich stores of heav’n;
O’er the world that was wrapp’d in sable night,
Like the sun he spread his golden light,
Like the sun he spread his golden light.
He strove, O how he strove to stay
The stream of crime in its reckless way!
With a mighty hand and a noble aim,
He urged the wayward to reclaim:
’Mid foaming billows of angry strife,
He stood at, he stood at the helm of the ship of life,
He stood at, he stood at the helm of the ship of life.
3. The Saints, the Saints, his only pride!
For them he lived, for them he died;
he lived, for them he died!
Their joys were his, their sorrows too.
He lov’d the Saints; he loved Nauvoo.
Unchanged in death, with a Savior’s love,
He pleads their cause in the courts above.
He pleads their cause in the courts above.
The Seer, the Seer! Joseph, the Seer!
O how I love his memory dear!
The just and wise, the pure and free,
A father he was and is to me.
Let fiends now rage, in their dark hour—
No matter, no matter, he is beyond their pow’r,
No matter, no matter, he is beyond their pow’r.
4. He’s free! he’s free! the Prophet’s free!
He is where he will ever be,
where he will ever be,
Beyond the reach of mobs and strife,
He rests unharmed in endless life.
His home’s in the sky; he dwells with the Gods
Far from the furious rage of mobs,
Far from the furious rage of mobs.
He died, he died for those he loved.
He reigns; he reigns in the realms above.
He waits with the just who have gone before
To welcome the Saints to Zion’s shore.
Shout, shout, ye Saints! this boon is giv’n;
We’ll meet our, we’ll meet our martyred Seer, in heav’n.
We’ll meet him, we’ll meet him, our martyred Seer, in heav’n.