{"id":49295,"date":"2025-03-10T06:00:19","date_gmt":"2025-03-10T12:00:19","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/timesandseasons.org\/?p=49295"},"modified":"2025-03-09T14:30:29","modified_gmt":"2025-03-09T20:30:29","slug":"cfm-3-17-3-23-poetry-for-seek-for-the-things-of-a-better-world","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/timesandseasons.org\/index.php\/2025\/03\/cfm-3-17-3-23-poetry-for-seek-for-the-things-of-a-better-world\/","title":{"rendered":"CFM 3\/17-3\/23: Poetry for \u201cSeek for the Things of a Better World\u201d"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright wp-image-49298\" src=\"https:\/\/timesandseasons.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/03\/IMG_2116.jpeg\" alt=\"Together Creating a Better World\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" \/>Most of this lesson comes from D&amp;C 25, the revelation in which Emma Smith is called to select the hymns for the Church\u2019s first hymnal. \u00a0But that calling is a small part of a revelation meant to provide Emma with help and support, as well as guidance in where she should devote her efforts\u2014in \u201cthe Things of a Better World.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>The lesson mostly leaves it up to us to determine what constitutes a \u2018better world\u2019\u2014and it\u2019s probably better that way. These selections are often involve complex ethical and moral judgments, so the lesson teaches the principles we should use to choose the better things.<\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p>What is troubling is that we, humans, have a rather poor track record in making these selections, both because of our individual weakness and because the very structure of society around us forces us to make poor choices. Nevertheless, I don\u2019t see any alternative but to continue to teach how to choose the better things. I hope people will begin to listen and employ those principles.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h2>The Savior can lift me \u201cup out of [my] afflictions.\u201d<\/h2>\n<p>Perhaps one of the principles we can learn is how to help others (and ourselves as well) when down because of the vagaries of life. Our cultural understanding of how to react to grief and support those who are suffering has changed radically in recent decades\u2014the once universal idea of urging people to lay aside their grief (\u201cthey\u2019re in a better place\u201d) is no longer considered best.<\/p>\n<p>Perhaps we can excuse Eliza R. Snow for suggesting as much in this poem. Written for \u2018Father Tyson,\u2019 whose son was killed in an accidental rifle discharge, the poem does express the near impossibility of mere words giving solace, while pointing to heaven for a final recovery.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h3><span id=\"Lines_2\" class=\"mw-headline\">Lines<\/span><\/h3>\n<p>by Eliza R. Snow<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>Thou aged saint, can words avail\u2014<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>Can tears afford relief?<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<dd>Can human sympathies prevail,<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>To soothe thy bosom&#8217;s grief?<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>In life how suddenly betide<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>Those evils that destroy!<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<dd>&#8216;Twas but a moment to divide<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>Thy hopes, and blasts thy joy!<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>Deep is the wound and keen the dart\u2014<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>It stings thy inmost soul\u2014<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<dd>And through the fibers of thy heart<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>Affliction&#8217;s waters roll!<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>But cease thy sorrow\u2014peace\u2014be calm<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>And let thy tears be dry\u2014<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<dd>Sweet consolation&#8217;s softest balm<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>Is flowing from the high.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>It is the Lord\u2014his ways are just\u2014<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>There&#8217;s mercy in his rod;<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<dd>Thou know&#8217;st his goodness and can trust<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>The true and living God.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>Great are the blessings now in store<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>For thee, in faithfulness:<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<dd>Look thro&#8217; thy sorrows and adore<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>The hand that smites to bless,<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>This sudden stroke has rent a chord<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>In twain that bound you here;<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<dd>But glorious will be your reward<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>When in that blessed sphere.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>When all is joy, you will rejoin<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>Your dear and fav&#8217;rite son;<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<dd>And glory in this <i>deep design<\/i><\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>Of the Eternal One.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<p>1842<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h2>I have an important role to play in God\u2019s kingdom.<\/h2>\n<p>The difficulty of choosing \u2018the things of a better world\u2019 can sometimes leave us feeling inadequate, or without ability to make a difference. But the Lord\u2019s advice to Emma suggests otherwise, that each person has a role to play in making the world better.<\/p>\n<p>The following poem, from the Improvement Era in 1901, tries to show the need for everyone to participate. I think it pushes back against the wrong-headed hero-oriented narratives so common in our culture. We don\u2019t need a hero or a few heroes to save us. We need everyone together saving us.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h3><span id=\"What_Part_is_Thine.3F_2\" class=\"mw-headline\">What Part is Thine?<\/span><\/h3>\n<p>by Malta<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>My friend, what part is thine in life&#8217;s great choir,\u2014<\/dd>\n<dd>Alto or base, tenor or treble sweet?<\/dd>\n<dd>Whate&#8217;er thy part, watch well the score, and see<\/dd>\n<dd>No chord be missed, no note unfit be sung.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dd>Ofttimes thy duty is to watch and wait;<\/dd>\n<dd>Then, at appointed time, to raise thy voice<\/dd>\n<dd>And swell the growing anthem of God&#8217;s praise,<\/dd>\n<dd>In melody and harmony divine.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dd>Solos there are, duets and trios too;<\/dd>\n<dd>And sometimes every voice and piece is heard<\/dd>\n<dd>In volume that shall drown all meaner sounds,<\/dd>\n<dd>And rise to Heaven as one great wave of praise.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dd>Sing well thy part, in time and tune exact;<\/dd>\n<dd>And trouble not that others fail in theirs;<\/dd>\n<dd>Soon they shall join with thee, or silent be,<\/dd>\n<dd>For harmony doth conquer discord&#8217;s din.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<p>1901<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h2>\u201cContinue in the spirit of meekness.\u201d<\/h2>\n<p>Given the idea that we all have a role to play, the call for meekness might seem strange \u2014 or very wise. It\u2019s certainly in conflict with the idea of heroes\u2014I can think of very few that actually manage to remain meek while being a hero, and certainly not in the narratives we are given by our culture. The value of meekness has largely disappeared.<\/p>\n<p>Our Mormon Scottish Bard, John Lyon, promotes meekness in the following poem, addressed to a couple of women in the Church (not Sister Missionaries \u2014 they weren\u2019t called until 50 years after this poem was written.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h3><span id=\"Lines_inscribed_to_Sisters_Montgomery_and_McLean.2C_in_answer_to_their_Lamentation_in_Babylon\" class=\"mw-headline\">Lines inscribed to Sisters Montgomery and McLean, in answer to their Lamentation in Babylon<\/span><\/h3>\n<p>by John Lyon<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>Dear sisters, though your dreary lot,<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>A wilderness may seem;<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<dd>Still, life has hope, and <i>sunny hours;<\/i><\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>May <i>gladness<\/i> on you <i>beam<\/i><\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>Where&#8217;er I cast my wistful eyes,<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>O&#8217;er earth&#8217;s remotest wild,<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<dd>Look where I may, <i>still whisperings say,<\/i><\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>God <i>loves<\/i> the <i>lonely<\/i> child.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>The flow&#8217;r rear&#8217;d in the desert waste,<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>Is <i>strengthened<\/i> to endure;<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<dd>It bows and blossoms &#8216;neath the storm,<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>In virgin meekness pure.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>And though no <i>balmy show&#8217;rs<\/i> impart.<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>Nor <i>dews refreshing<\/i> bring.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<dd>Still, sweet the solitary rlow&#8217;r<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd><i>Blooms,<\/i> like the <i>vernal spring!<\/i><\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>It cheers the pilgrim&#8217;s care-worn mind,<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>With hope&#8217;s reviving ray,<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<dd>And points him to the <i>better land,<\/i><\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>The <i>valley far away!<\/i><\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>So, sisters, like this desert flow&#8217;r,<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>May such sweet charms be giv&#8217;n,<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<dd>That you may throw a <i>savour<\/i> o&#8217;er,<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>The <i>messengers<\/i> of heav&#8217;n.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<p>1847<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h2>\u201cLay aside the things of this world, and seek for the things of a better.\u201d<\/h2>\n<p>Here we get to a crucial issue in the search for a better world: we are all caught up in the values inherent in our culture, and forced to act the way the culture sees as normal. It\u2019s not that we don\u2019t want to work for a better world, it\u2019s that the culture blinds us to what can be done. The possible answers don\u2019t even occur to us.<\/p>\n<p>In the following poem, Richard Alldridge puts the idea that we need to set aside society\u2019s expectations and values in the context of our lives, asking us to think about what really matters when we leave this life. Alldridge was an English church member who emigrated to Utah in 1861. He is most remembered for his hymn \u201cWe\u2019ll Sing All Hail to Jesus\u2019 Name.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h3><span id=\"The_Epitaph_2\" class=\"mw-headline\">The Epitaph<\/span><\/h3>\n<p>by Richard Alldridge<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>This world has gold and influence,<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>With votaries at her shrine,<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<dd>Who bow down at the throne of might,<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>However stained with crime.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<dd>They&#8217;ll grasp the blood-stained hand, if rich,<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>As of a friend and brother,<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<dd>And spurn the man whom truth receives,<\/dd>\n<dd>Whose noble heart and bosom heaves<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>In friendship for another.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dd>It is not gold nor influence<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>Reveal man&#8217;s native worth,<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<dd>Nor high-flown claims of pedigree<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>To royal rank or birth;<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<dd>But chastity, adorned with love,<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>Faith, hope and charity,<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<dd>Will give to him a nobler name,<\/dd>\n<dd>And wreathe his brow with brighter fame.<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>Through all eternity.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dd>All monuments and tabulars<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>Are things of minor worth;<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<dd>All glittering ores and sparkling gems<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>Arc fragments of the earth;<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<dd>And like all things of earthly note,<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>Will pass into decay;<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<dd>But virtue, truth and honesty<\/dd>\n<dd>Are attributes that never die,<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>Or ever fade away.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dd>So with the noble hearted soul,<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>Who feels too proud to live<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<dd>On others&#8217; toil, or ask a boon<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>He would not freely give.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<dd>However lowly his estate,<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>A helping hand I&#8217;d lend,<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<dd>And ask no pomp or pageant might;<\/dd>\n<dd>If he&#8217;d but battle for the right,<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>I&#8217;d hail him as a friend.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dd>Give me a body hale and strong,<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>A spirit meek in pride;<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<dd>A bosom friend to share my lot,<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>In whom I can confide.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<dd>I&#8217;d ask no lordling for his gold,<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>Or wealth to render aid;<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<dd>But Heaven to bless me as I try<\/dd>\n<dd>To toil through life, and so enjoy<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>The wealth these hands have made.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dd>The only monument I wish<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>To Crown this life&#8217;s retreat,<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<dd>Is a plain inscription of my name,<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>Placed at my head or feet.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<dd>This Epitaph I fain would have<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>When life hath closed her span;<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<dd>That those who view me as I lay,<\/dd>\n<dd>In truth may be constrained to say;<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>&#8220;There lies an honest man.&#8221;<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<p>1881<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h2>The Lord delights in my \u201csong of the heart.\u201d<\/h2>\n<p>At this point in the Come Follow Me lesson we finally get to the Lord\u2019s message to Emma about the hymns. Surely we can agree that hymns\u2013and poetry, of course\u2014are some of \u2018the things of a better world.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>Hymns and poems fill many roles in our lives, and J. L. Townsend here focuses on one\u2014the nostalgic feelings they provide for things like home and family, the core elements of life that are, for many of us, idealized and most dear. Townsend is the author of 10 hymns in our current hymnal, including popular hymns like \u201cHope of Israel\u201d and \u201cChoose the Right.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h3><span id=\"Spirit_Memories_2\" class=\"mw-headline\">Spirit Memories<\/span><\/h3>\n<p>by J. L. Townsend<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>There&#8217;s a song of songs in my heart to-day,<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>A song the angels are singing;<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<dd>While my thoughts in holiest faith essay<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>To gather the music ringing.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>&#8216;Tis a song whose words in a sweet refrain,<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>And melody sweetly falling,<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<dd>Are like dreams, that, vanishing, yet remain<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>In memories faint recalling.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>And the song that lingers in memory,<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>Recalls a heavenly glory;<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<dd>In the scenes of elysian homes I see<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>That faintly are shown before me.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>There&#8217;s a home where brothers and sisters dear,<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>And mother, a queen of heaven,<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<dd>As a childhood&#8217;s dream of another sphere,<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>Appears through a vail light riven;<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>And the glimpse I see of this home of love,<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>My heart oft thrills with the longing<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<dd>To regain this beautiful home above,<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>With spiritual kindred thronging;<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>And the song of songs in my heart must be<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>A song I have joined in singing<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<dd>With my kindred there, ere eternity<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>Rolled on, my probation bringing.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>And this song of songs I may hope to hear,<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>The vail be completely riven,<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<dd>When my spirit meets with the angels near,<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>Returning in joy to heaven.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<p>1882<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h2>\u201cAll things shall be done by common consent in the church.\u201d<\/h2>\n<p>While this might seem like an outlier for this lesson, I don\u2019t think it is, especially if we remember the social elements of our lives. Above I\u2019ve mentioned that the culture and society around us can influence us, and even force us, from choosing what leads to a better world. As individuals, again as observed above, we can feel unable to influence the changes that are needed. The answer is then acting as groups, choosing together \u2018the things of a better world.\u2019 And, as the poet below suggests, doing it in union, bringing everyone along with us.<\/p>\n<p>The poet bemoans the elections he sees outside of the church, while suggesting that the choices made inside the church don\u2019t involve su much strife. Even if he isn\u2019t correct (and today\u2019s politics suggest that the strife inside the church is rising towards that outside of the church), the idea of finding a way to get most everyone to agree is valuable. Unfortunately, the standard in the US today seems to be that you always oppose the other side, no matter what.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h3><span id=\"The_United_Uplift_of_the_Hand_2\" class=\"mw-headline\">The United Uplift of the Hand<\/span><\/h3>\n<p>by S. S. J.<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dd>A Gentile election! What strife marks the scene!<\/dd>\n<dd>What turbulent questions abound!<\/dd>\n<dd>Hate, envy and malice are palpably seen;<\/dd>\n<dd>How harsh and discordant the sound!<\/dd>\n<dd>Power-loving aspirants here seek to outvie<\/dd>\n<dd>In their quota of votes at the pool,<\/dd>\n<dd>To succeed they will slander, coerce, yea, will lie,<\/dd>\n<dd>Regardless of honor or soul.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dd>Debased, God forsaken, corrupt is the plan<\/dd>\n<dd>By which men their candidates find;\u2019<\/dd>\n<dd>If eloquent, wealthy, why, straight is the man,<\/dd>\n<dd>No matter how narrow the mind.<\/dd>\n<dd>But in Utah\u2019s fair vales we\u2019ve a mode of franchise<\/dd>\n<dd>Which is primitive, simple, yet grand.<\/dd>\n<dd>Its adoption has oft fill\u2019d the world with surprise,<\/dd>\n<dd>The United Uplift of the Hand.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dd>When the servants of God to our judgments appeal,<\/dd>\n<dd>We hail the glad truths with delight;<\/dd>\n<dd>Each true hearted Saint the pure influence feels<\/dd>\n<dd>That bears its assurance of right.<\/dd>\n<dd>With what pure emotion our spirits are fired,<\/dd>\n<dd>As they call for our votes from the Stand;<\/dd>\n<dd>With a flood of good feeling our hearts are inspired<\/dd>\n<dd>As we raise to High Heaven our hand.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<dl>\n<dd>Whom the people of God undertake to sustain,<\/dd>\n<dd>\u2018Tis an evident sign of success;<\/dd>\n<dd>Religious, political, whate\u2019er the aim,<\/dd>\n<dd>If but right, their Great Leader will bless.<\/dd>\n<dd>Let proud hearted despots in riches presume,<\/dd>\n<dd>And tyrants by force hold command.<\/dd>\n<dd>This simple maneuver foreshadows their doom,<\/dd>\n<dd>The United Uplift of the Hand.<\/dd>\n<\/dl>\n<p>1867<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Most of this lesson comes from D&amp;C 25, the revelation in which Emma Smith is called to select the hymns for the Church\u2019s first hymnal. \u00a0But that calling is a small part of a revelation meant to provide Emma with help and support, as well as guidance in where she should devote her efforts\u2014in \u201cthe Things of a Better World.\u201d The lesson mostly leaves it up to us to determine what constitutes a \u2018better world\u2019\u2014and it\u2019s probably better that way. 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