From the summit of Cumorah   1
       Came the warning trumpet strain
Heralding the last great battle,
       One that left a people slain.   2

Mormon led these faithless Nephites,   3
       Through without the strength of God,   4
For with wickedness unequaled   5
       They had spurned the Iron Rod.   6

Now they saw the foe advancing;
       Now they knew that death was near,
And the breasts of all the wicked
       Trembled with their guilty fear.   7

Great and marvelous the destruction
       Of the Nephites on that day.
Twas the hand of God had don’t it:   8
       Vengeance His, He did repay.   9

Few survived to view the carnage
       From Curmorah’s top next morn.
There among that four and twenty,
       Mormon cried, with anguish torn,   10

"O ye fair ones, O ye fair ones,
       How could ye reject your Lord!
But my sorrow bringeth nothing:
       God hath kept His warning word."   11

Thus the foe destroyed the Nephites,
       As the dew before the sun,   12
One was left to tell the story:
       Young Moroni, Mormon’s son.   13

One and twenty years he wandered,   14
       Hiding, writing, all alone;   15
Then he hid the precious record   16
       Underneath the rounded stone.   17

Twas a record of great value   18
       Hidden in Cumorah’s sod;
Now it shines forth out of darkness
       By the power of our God;   19

For to Israel’s scattered remnant   20
       Is the promise now fulfilled   21
That the voices of their fathers
       Should cry truth, as God had willed.   22

To a young boy humble kneeling
       Came the Father and the Son;
Face to face they spoke together:
       Joseph was the chosen one.   23

Then from heaven came Moroni,   24
       Telling where the record lay
Which contained the gospel’s fullness,
       Saved to bless this latter day.   25

Thus we have Cumorah’s Treasure,   26
       Though great lives were sacrificed,   27
For the gospel’s restoration
       In the Church of Jesus Christ.   28