Front:
LET THIS BE HEAVEN
H. R. MERRILL
Oh, God, let this be heaven-
I do not ask for golden streets
Or long lor jasper walls,
Nor do 1 sigh for pearly shores
Where twilight never falls;
Just leave me here beside these peaks,
In this rough western land,
I love this dear old world of Thine
Dear God, You understand.
Oh, God, let this be heaven-
I do not crave white, stainless robes,
P'll keep these marked by toil;
Instead of straight and narrow walks
I love trails soft with soil;
I have been healed by crystal streams,
But these from snow-crowned peaks
Where dawn burns incense fo the day
And paints the sky in streaks.
Dear God, let this be heaven-
1 do not ask for angel wings-
Just leave that old peak there
And let me climb 'til comes the night-
I want no golden stair.
Then, when I say my last adieu
And all farewells are given
Just leave my spirit here somewhere-
Oh, God, let this be heaven!
© DESERET BOOK COMPANY 1938
PHOTO COURTESY HAL RUMEL
Back:
Great White Throne, Zion National Park,
Utah, 2447 feet above floor of canyon, ten
times as high as Walker Bank Building in
Salt Lake City, and nearly twice as high as
the tallest structure in the world, the Empire
State Building, in New York City.
7A-H3660
888-DESERET BOOK COMPANY, SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH
