Letter from Hannah Root and James M. Adams, 10 March 1843
Source Note
, Letter, , Ashtabula Co., OH, to , , Hancock Co., IL, 10 Mar. 1843, with postscript by to JS; handwriting of ; address block in unidentified handwriting; docket in handwriting of ; three pages; JS Collection, CHL.
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St Johns Discovery
1 I looked and by: a heavenly Lamb
On s mountain stood
The mighty saviour great I am
With garments dyed in blood
2 And with him was a shining throung
The seed of Abraham
And this bright army sung the song
Of Moses and the Lamb
3 Great God how marvilous are thy ways
This heavenly army cry
All nations shall shout forth thy praise
And sound thine honors high
4 All nations shall thy name addore
In Abrihams seed be blest
Thee worship for thy Judgments are
To us made manifest
After being thus tedious I close by sending my love to all of the Saints preying that the great auther of all inteligence will bless us all and preserve us from evry faulse & delusive spirit & give us strength to resist all evil.
I subscribe myself your sister in the
Mrs
P S Sister Eliza Holman wishes to be remembered to you & all enquiring friends.
Br Joseph Smith Dear sir
As there is room for a line I thought it would not be a miss to say a word in regard to the prosperity of the Redemmers cause in this reagion of a country suffise it to say there is the greatest call for preaching that there ever has been scince the everlasting Gospel was sounded in the ears of mortals in these last days. And there has been well within the last two months double added to the in this section of the land country that there ever was before in the same length of time & verry menny are preparing to this spring & faul. There is also a great call for Books both in the church & out such as the Book of Mormon & covenents the latter of which many of the of the church is destitute because they cannot be obtained in this country. If there could be a quantity of Books sent in to this country say a general assortment containing that knowlege benificial to man & their there mint [might?] be many sold But for the want of room I close Your brother in the bonds of the covenent