Pioneers Learned from a Rock

When the towers babbled, Moriancumer knew to pray
Four years they set up camp, much content the Northward Way
Then he led without prayer, and was rebuked to remorse
Twas time for eight vessels to take an unknown course
Since light was needed, he prayed some rocks would be bright
This Prophet discovered a prayer of faith unveils treasured sight
Pioneers need much faith, to find their promised land
They need to remember, to seek the help of God's hand

Israel was thirsty.  Moses could not ignore it
The Lord took his stand, above the rock of Horeb
Moses obeyed with faith; once again he used the rod
Once again Israel saw, the lifesaving power of God
We, too, should stand upon the rock, and look towards our Savior
To be blessed and benefit from his life giving favor
Pioneers need much faith, they know on whom they depend
They learned repeatedly, that the desert's not their friend

Bountiful was heav'nly, after an eight year long walk
But, they'd much more to go. Nephi melted tools from rock
Laman and Lemuel tried to throw him out to sea
If Nephi was found dead they thought they would be free
But, the Lord did shake them. And they helped to build the ship
Set for the Promised Land, across the ocean, their long trip
Our Pioneers are taught through faith. A rock contains the tools
For curious workmanship, if they'd but apply the rules

When the Saints were expelled, they tracked the mountainous trail
Though starved and though frozen, with handcarts they would not fail
They crossed at Sweet Water, with three young men as their bridge
Then faced a two- mile high wall. They climbed up the Rocky Ridge
Exhausted and dying. Their faith was not based in vain
Brigham Young sent rescue. Soon new Saints would come by train
Pioneers need much faith. Twas on a rock that they prayed
Twas at the height of pain: they were rescued and were saved

Pioneers need much faith and are taught by a great stone
They seek to find Zion, with God, no longer to roam
Twas only possible by faith in our Father of this earth
He,  who is our Savior died to give us all rebirth
His suffering was the key. The atonement turned the lock
To final'ty of death. He 'rose from a tomb of rock
Now we are each waiting, for his glorious return
He'll stand on the cleaved rock. The Great Day for which we yearn!