1. If you could hie to Kolob
in the twinkling of an eye,
and then continue onward
with that same speed to fly,
Do you think that you could ever
through all eternity
find out the generation
where Gods began to be?
2. Or see the grand beginning
where space did not extend
or view the last creation
where Gods and matter end?
Methinks the Spirit whispers,
“No man has found ‘pure space,’
nor seen the outside curtains
where nothing has a place.
3. The works of God continue
and worlds and lives abound.
Improvement and progression
have one eternal round.
There is no end to matter,
There is no end to space.
There is no end to spirit,
There is no end to race.
4. There is no end to virtue,
There is no end to might,
There is no end to wisdom,
There is no end to light.
There is no end to union,
There is no end to youth,
There is no end to priesthood,
There is no end to truth.
Text: William W. Phelps
Music: Ralph Vaughan Williams, arr. by Ian McDougal
©2015 This song may be copied for incidental, noncommercial church or home use.