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Lyrics: 3-15 Trio and Chorus <br/> (Everyone leaves but Clayton, Forbes, Nancy, and the CHORUS. The 3 stand towards the front of the stage with the CHORUS behind.) <br/>CLAYTON <br/>When we see the valley, our home, we shall cry, 'Hosanna! Hosanna!' <br/>It will open before us as the sky opens when we look to God; <br/>The winds of the prairie, the dry lands; the oxen <br/>Under the storm of freedom, the lash; the wheels west; <br/>And the Saints shall come home. They shall cross the divide <br/>To the pines of the mountains, the bright canyons, <br/>The snow, the running voice of the torrents, <br/>The falls and the granite hills: <br/> FORBES <br/>I see the Saints come home, <br/>Silent with the wonder of God that He should bring <br/>Them home; the line of wagons among the great cliffs <br/>Of the West: they hang there in our vision, green and grey, <br/>The shale and rock, in the long haze of afternoon, <br/>Spray of the mountain streams swirling in the canyons. <br/> CLAYTON <br/>Then suddenly the high rock falls away in our going, <br/>And the valley opens like the earth that Adam saw, <br/>The golden valley, and I shall say to the Saints, come, <br/>As Brigham can say, come, we cannot fail: the valley <br/>Sweeps in the west to another land, Oregon, <br/>California, but here is the land of Joseph, <br/>Our land, and Brigham shall bring us home. <br/> NANCY <br/>The past crusts over, and we forget our origins: <br/>Whence we come is a mission from home <br/>And home where we scan the mountain world. <br/>FORBES <br/>This is the place where we come, where the spirit <br/>Opens, and we live in the forever of knowing <br/>That Joseph would have it so. <br/> CLAYTON <br/>Jehovah, you are bound by us, for we, naive <br/>And in your image, are they whom you made. <br/> FORBES <br/>You invest the air above us yet would range abroad <br/>And spoil heaven for our joy. <br/> CLAYTON <br/>We stand with you <br/>Against the vacuum and fires of space, <br/>And you, our elder hand, gather them in, <br/>The fisherman. <br/> FORBES <br/>You make us of yourself <br/>Grown strong, and we, though fainting, <br/>Are drawn up, shaken by your grace. <br/> NANCY <br/>You are the resurrection whose craft is power, <br/>Whose reason is love, the recessional wonder. <br/>Thou art the way unto life. <br/> <br/> FORBES <br/>But the binding of light! The rose of that conception <br/>Impends like the blue power of stars in your vision, <br/>Spiraling forever away. Yet you stand here <br/>For us, savior. <br/> <br/> (NANCY, CLAYTON, and FORBES leave. The CHORUS moves forward and sings “Come, Come, Ye Saints.) <br/> (Curtain.) <br/> <br/>Display placard or screen: <br/> <br/>"Though this music ends, <br/>Our dream continues" <br/>

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