Classic Poem

Long ago we left the city of sorrow, for a city which is yet to come.
We sought the way that leads to Zion, and Jerusalem our home.

Mosier has gone from this world of sorrow, to prepare for us an eternal
home.
And in the highway he has walked before us, he will ever care for
his own.

With the new song we shall praise him ever, in that city he has gone
to prepare.
When we enter the hilleued hills of Zion, O why not come and go with
us there?

Some people wonder why we are sincere ever; some people wonder why we
are true.
But to us Mosier is a real friend ever, and he is our glorious king,
too.