O give me back my Prophet dear
And Patriarch, O give them back
The Saints of latter days to cheer
And lead them in the gospel track
But oh! They're gone from my embrace
From earthly scenes their spirits fled
Two of the best of Adam's race
Now lie entombed among the dead
Ye men of wisdom tell me why
No guilt, no crime in them were found

Their blood doth now so loudly cry
From prison walls, and Carthage ground
Your tongues are mute, but pray attend
The secret I will now relate
Why those whom God to earth did lend
Have met the suffering martyr's fate
Your tongues are mute, but pray attend
The secret I will now relate
Why those whom God to earth did lend
Have met the suffering martyr's fate
O give me back my prophet dear