By: Ardis E. Parshall - March 04, 2014 Think not, when you gather to Zion,Your troubles and trials are through –That nothing but comfort and pleasureAre waiting in Zion for you:No, no; ‘tis designed as a furnace,All substance, all textures to try –To consume all the “wood, hay and stubble,”And the gold from the dross purify. Eliza R. Snow’s hymn was written as a caution to those gathering to Zion that the streets of Utah were...
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