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 THE LIBRARY 
 
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 THE UNIVERSITY 
 OF CALIFORNIA 
 
 
JUDY 34, 1547. 
 
 RENDERED BY 
 
 ON 
 
 FIONAS MY, 
 
 IN THE 
 
 UffiGE T4BESNACLE, 
 
 SALT LAKE CITY, 
 
 COMMEMORATING THE ENTRANCE OF THE PIONEERS INTO 
 THE GREAT SALT LAKE VALLEY, 
 
 JULY 
 
 Deseret News Co., Printers. 
 
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 THE) PIONEERS. 
 
 fHE entrance of the Pioneers into Great Salt Lake 
 Valley, on the 24th of July, 1847, was an event of 
 great significance, and will be forever memorable in our 
 history. We fled to this western region to escape the 
 violence of mobs, and find a haven of rest, where we 
 might worship God, unmolested, according to the dic- 
 tates of conscience. The opening up of a vast tract of 
 country was not only a matter of great importance to the 
 people who accomplished it, but was necessarily benefi- 
 cent in its effects upon the nation, whose wealth and 
 magnificence were thus increased. 
 
 To-day we commemorate the occasion under dis- 
 tressing auspices. The cause which drove the Pioneers 
 to seek a refuge in the then undeveloped west, are 
 revived in great intensity of bitterness. The community 
 are plunged in sorrow because their liberties are ruth- 
 lessly assailed by those by whom they should be pro- 
 tected and sustained. In consequence of cruel and un- 
 warranted attacks upon our rights, our leaders are in 
 enforced exile, notwithstanding their loyalty to the 
 principles upon which the government of this nation 
 was founded, and their life labors in the cause of suffer- 
 ing humanity. Numbers of our brethren languish in 
 prison, families have been temporarily broken up, and 
 sorrow rests upon fie souls of the people. Hence the 
 emblems of mourning by which the eyes of this great 
 throng are greeted. For these reasons what would other. 
 
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 wise be a day of unalloyed rejoicing is tinged with the 
 spirit of sadness. 
 
 Yet we cannot consistently pass the anniversary of 
 so grand an occasion without a public recognition of the 
 goodness of God in leading the Pioneers of this region 
 to a resting place in these beautiful valleys. And while 
 engaged in these exercises, we can but look up to Him 
 with full expectation and faith that, in His own due 
 time, He will work out a new and signal deliverance for 
 His people. 
 
 THE FOLLOWING MOTTOES EXPLAIN THE ABSENCE OF THE PRESIDING 
 AUTHORITIES AND THE DRAPING OF THE STANDS: 
 
 UNDER THE EVERLASTING COVENANT, GOD MUS. ^ND WILL 
 BE GLORIFIED. 
 
 The First Presidency: 
 IN EXILE FOR CONSCIENCE SAKE. 
 
 Of the Twelve Apostles and Counselors: 
 
 THOSE NOT HERE ARE IN JEOPARDY, IN PRISON AND IN FOREIGN 
 
 LANDS, BECAUSE THEY PREFER TO OBEY GOD 
 
 RATHER THAN MAN. 
 
 The Presidency of the Stake: 
 
 HAVING TASTED THE VENGEANCE OF THEIR ENEMIES, AND FELT 
 
 THEIR CRUEL DISREGARD OF LAW, THEIR LABORS AND 
 
 VISITS ARE LIKE THE ANGELS', SEEN ONLY BY 
 
 THOSE WHO HAVE FAITH. 
 
 Of the Presiding Bishopric: 
 
 THOSE WHO ARE ABSENT CHOOSE TO BE WANDERERS IN THEIR 
 
 OWN LAND IN PREFERENCE TO BEING VICTIMS TO THOSE 
 
 WHO HAVE SELECTED THEM FOR RUIN. 
 
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Music by Martial Band while Congregation are Assembling. 
 
 1. SONG, 
 
 Marching Homeward, 
 Sunday School Children. 
 
 We're marching on to glory, 
 We're working for our crown ; 
 
 We'll make our armor brighter, 
 And never lay it down. 
 
 CHORUS: 
 We're marching.marching homeward 
 
 To that bright land afar; 
 We work for life eternal, 
 
 It is our guiding star. 
 
 2. 
 
 Then, day by day we're marching, 
 To heaven we are bound ; 
 
 Each good act brings us nearer 
 That home where we'll be crowned. 
 
 Then, with ransom'd children 
 That throng the starry throne, 
 
 We'll praise our Lord and S *vior, 
 His pow'r and mercy own. 
 
 OPENING PRAYER, 
 
 M.llen Attwood, one of the Pioneers. 
 
 3. Soy -, 
 
 By the Children. 
 
 Beautiful Zion, 
 
 Beautiful Zion, built above, 
 Beautiful city that I love ; 
 Beautiful gates of pearly white. 
 Beautiful temple God is Jight. 
 He who was slam on Calvary, 
 Opens those pearly gates to me. 
 
 Zion, Zion, lovely Zion, 
 Beautiful Zion, Zion, city of owr God. 
 
 Beautiful heaven, where all is light; 
 Beautiful angeis, clothed in white ; 
 Beautiful strains that never tire ; 
 Beautiful harps thro' all the choir. 
 
 There shall I join the chorus sweet, 
 Worshiping at the Savior's feet. 
 
 Zion, Zion, lovely Zien, 
 Beautiful Zion, city of our God. 
 
 Beautiful crowns on every brow, 
 Beautiful palms the conq'rors show ; 
 Beautiful robes the ransom'd wear, 
 Beautiful all who enter there : 
 Thither I press with eager feet- 
 There shall my rest be long and sweet 
 
 Zion, Zion, lovely Zion, 
 Beautiful Zion, city of our God. 
 
 4. Music, . . . Passing Under the Rod, 
 
 Sunday School Union Band. 
 
 5. PIONEER ADDRESS, 
 
 0. F. Whitney. 
 
 6. PART SONG, . . . Might ivith the Right, 
 
 Tabernacle Choir. 
 
7. ORGAN SOLO, . . Commemoration March, 
 
 J. J. Daynes. 
 
 8. DUET, 
 
 Mrs. Julia Silverwood and Miss A. Vincent. 
 
 9. READING, .... Past and Present, 
 
 R. R. Irvine. 
 
 "WHEN THE WICKED RULE, THE PEOPLE MOURN." 
 
 Verily, verily, is the truth of this saying verified in these moun- 
 tain vales. How strikingly appropriate to our present condition, the 
 emblems of sorrow and mourning, in the celebration of this auspicious 
 day the opening day when this American Desert, which had slept for 
 many ages and generations, was awakened from its deadly slumber to 
 be robed in all the beauty and loveliness of cultivated nature, pro- 
 duced by the hand of arduous toil, of a people peeled and driven. But 
 God was with us, and His blessing gave efficacy to the labor of our 
 hands. 
 
 The country which banished us is the land of my birth, and the 
 time has been when I was proud to call it my own. Then it was a 
 beacon of light to nations afar an asylum for the homeless and the 
 oppressed of all peoples. Then its statesmen were men with souls 
 not greedy for gain, but devoted to the interests of humanity, and 
 holding national honor dearer than life. Then its courts its seats of 
 justice and Congress halls were receptacles of trust, honor, and confi- 
 dence. Civil and religious liberty were guaranteed to all, and 
 bequeathed to coming generations by the sacred and glorious Consti- 
 tution inspired by the Almighty. 
 
 Such was my country, and then my heart swelled with pride that 
 I was an American citizen. But now, alas! I am forced to exclaim, 
 "How are Ihe mighty fallen!" Where are the Washingtons, the 
 Adamses, and the Jetfersons of the other day? Beneath our shelter- 
 ing flag, Joseph Smith, my beloved husband, the choice of my heart, 
 and the crown of my life a Prophet of the living God, and by Him 
 appointed to open the last dispensation an innocent man, guilty of no 
 crime, was cruelly assassinated in Carthage, Illinois, while under the 
 plighted protection of the governor of that State. And now his blood 
 and that of his brother Hyrum, who was murdered at the same time, 
 cries for vengeance from the ground. The mantle of protection was 
 thrown around the assassins, the foul perpetrators of that horrid deed, 
 and not one move has been made to bring them to justice, and that 
 crime now rests on our national escutcheon. 
 
 But God did not look with indifference on that atrocious deed, and 
 He does not forget its perpetrators as far as known, not one of them 
 has died a natural death. The horrid wail has been wafted on the 
 
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 breeze of maggots holding carnivals in their flesh, until, although in 
 horrible fear of what awaited them beyond, they earnestly prayed for 
 death. God, the avenger of unrecompensed guilt, will surely mete 
 out justice in His own time. Justice will claim its own. 
 
 In these once peaceful, happy vales, where from every saintly 
 dwelling the songs of praise and thanksgiving ascended on the morn- 
 ing and evening breeze, when the right to worship God according to 
 the dictates of conscience was unrestrained, when domestic peace and 
 happiness were unmolested, this ever memorable day was crowned 
 with gaiety, innocent mirth, rejoicing and thanksgiving. Fathers 
 and mothers, parents and children were happy in each others' society. 
 Now, where are the fathers? Some of them, to evade the merciless 
 hand of persecution, are voluntary exiles in foreign countries. Many 
 of them are wasting their time and energies in the dreary confines of 
 loathsome prisons in our own land a land of boasted freedom and 
 equal rights. * 
 
 Our leaders, whose genial presence was wont to cheer us, and 
 whose wise counsels, emanations from God, were as the Polar Star, 
 are no longer in our midst wives and children are left without their 
 natural protectors; and all this for conscience' sake. The blessings of 
 home, "sweet home," the foundation of all national greatness, and the 
 grand incentive to all that is desirable, elevating, and ennobling in 
 human life, are now being wrested from us by unscrupulous govern- 
 ment officials. The very people who opened up a path in ~the desert 
 who, by unparalleled toil and privation, have, through the blessing 
 of God, made this, the once dreary and desolate region, to blossom as 
 the rose, until it has excited the envy and greed of the spoilers of our 
 peace and prosperity, are now being robbed of those constitutional 
 rights and liberties guaranteed to American citizens by our fore- 
 fathers. 
 
 In my lone widowhood I have had one dear brother one of my 
 father's family, with whom I have often taken sweet counsel. Where 
 is he now ? Incarcerated in prison like a felon confined within grat- 
 ing bars, and clad in a felon's suit. What has he done ? He has held 
 sacred and inviolate all constitutional laws of our country, and the 
 unconstitutional one he has fully obeyed. Then why in prison ? Per- 
 secution has driven him there. The highest judicial court in these 
 so-called United States the court of last resort, to which he appealed, 
 acknowledged its imbecility it is powerless in meting out justice to 
 Latter-day Saints, and my brother has no alternative. 
 
 Under the circumstances which now surround us, the sable 
 drapery the insignia of mourning becomes the occasion. 
 
 E. K. SNOW SMITH. 
 
 10. SONG, 
 
 By the Children. 
 
 Beautiful Day, 
 
 The day -dawn is breaking, 
 The world is awaking, 
 The clouds of night's darkness are 
 fleeing away. 
 
 The world-wide commotion 
 From ocean to ocean 
 Now heralds the time of the beauti- 
 ful day. 
 
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 CHORUS : 
 
 Beautiful day of peace and rest , 
 Bright be thy dawn from east to 
 
 west; 
 
 Hail to thine earliest welcome ray, 
 Beautiful, bright millennial day. 
 
 In many a temple 
 The Saints will assemble, 
 And labor as saviors of dear ones 
 
 away; 
 
 Then happy reunion, 
 And sweetest communion 
 We'll have with our friends in the 
 beautiful day. 
 
 Still let us be doing, 
 Our lessons reviewing, 
 Which God has revealed for our walk 
 
 in His way, 
 
 And then, wond'rous story, 
 The Lord in His glory 
 Will come in His power in the beau- 
 tiful day. 
 
 Then pure and supernal, 
 Our friendship eternal , 
 With Jesus we'll Irve and His coun- 
 sels obey; 
 Until ev'ry nation 
 Will join in salvation, 
 And worship the Lord of the beauti- 
 ful day. 
 
 11. ARTICLES OF FAITH. 
 
 1. We believe in God, the Eternal Father, and in His Son, Jesus Christ, and 
 in the Holy Ghost. 
 
 2. We believe that men will be punished for their own sins, and not for 
 Adam's transgression. 
 
 8. We believe that, through the atonement of Christ, all mankind may be 
 saved, by obedience to the laws and ordinances of the Gospel. 
 
 4. We believe that these ordinances are : First, Faith in the Lord Jesus 
 Christ; second, Repentance ; third, Baptism by immersion for the remission of 
 sins ; fourth, Laying on of hands for the Gift of the Holy Ghost. 
 
 5. We believe that a man must be called of God, by "prophecy, and by the 
 laying on of hands," by those who are in authority, to preach the Gospel and 
 administer in the ordinances thereof. 
 
 6. We believe in the same organization that existed in the primitive church, 
 viz: apostles, prophets, pastors, teachers, evangelists, etc. 
 
 7. We believe in the gift of tongues, prophecy, revelation, visions, healing, 
 interpretation of tongues, etc. 
 
 8. We believe the Bible to be the word of God , as far as it is translated 
 correctly; we also believe the Book of Mormon to be the word of God. 
 
 9. We believe all that God has revealed, all that he does now reveal, and we 
 believe that he will yet reveal maty great and important things pertaining to 
 the Kingdom of God. 
 
 10. We believe m the literal gathering of Israel and in the restoration of the 
 ten tribes. That Zion will be built upon this continent. That Christ will reign, 
 personally upon the earth, and that the earth will be renewed and receive its 
 paradisic glory. 
 
 11. We claim the privilege of worshiping Almighty God according to the 
 dictates of our own consciences, and allow all men the same privilege, let them 
 worship how, where, or what they may. 
 
 12. We believe in being subject to kings, presidents, rulers and magistrates, 
 in obeying, honoring and sustaining the law. 
 
 13. We believe in being honest, true, chaste, benevolent, virtuous, and in 
 doing good to all men; indeed, we may say that we follow the admonition of Paul, 
 "We believe all things, we hope all things;" we have endured many things, and 
 hope to be able to endure all things. If there is anything virtuous, lovely, or of 
 good report, or praiseworthy, we seek after these things. JOSEPH SMITH. 
 
 12. ADDRESS, 
 
 Difference between Liberty and Bondage, 
 B. H. Roberts. 
 
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 13. PRAYER, 
 
 To be repeated in unison by 21 boys and 21 girls. 
 
 14. PART SONG, . . . Now Pray We, Deserei 
 
 Tabernacle Choir. 
 
 15. SENTIMENT, 
 
 Jno. C. Cutler. 
 
 16. Music, . . . Nearer my God to Thee 
 
 Sunday School Union .Band. 
 
 17. SONG AND CHORUS, . . . Hope of Israel 
 
 By the Children. 
 
 Hope of Israel, Zion's army, 
 Children of the promised day, 
 
 See, the chieftain signals onward, 
 And the battle's in array! 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Hope of Israel, rise in might, 
 With the sword of truth arid right; 
 
 Sound the war-cry "Watch and 
 Vanquish every foe to-day, [pray" 
 
 See the foe in countless numbers, 
 Marshalled in the ranks of sin ; 
 
 Hope of Israel, on to battle, 
 Now the vict'ry we must win ! 
 
 Strike for Zion, down with error, 
 Flash the sword above the foe ; 
 
 Every stroke disarms a foeman, 
 Ev'ry step we conquering go. 
 
 Soon the battle will be over, 
 Ev'ry foe of truth be down : 
 
 Onward, onward youth of Zion, 
 Thy reward, the victor's crown. 
 
 18. Music, 
 
 19. BENEDICTION. 
 
 Beesley's Band. 
 
 Dead March in Saul, 
 
 Geo. Goddard, 
 Thos. E. Taylor, 
 Jas. Dwyer, 
 C. F. Wilcox, 
 
 Jno. C. Cutler, 
 R. S. Home, 
 J. W. Summerhays, 
 W. C. Morris, 
 
 Thos. F. Howells. 
 
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