Oh how lovely was the morning

Here's a little something for the General's Mormon battalions. Finally, someone's painted an accurate depiction of the Prophet Joseph's experience in the Sacred Grove.

I feel like singing.

Oh, how lovely was the morning! Radiant beamed the sun above,
Bees were humming, sweet birds singing, Music ringing thru the grove,
When with the shady woodland Joseph sought the God of love,
When with the shady woodland, Joseph sought the God of love.

Humbly kneeling, sweet appealing- 'Twas the boy's first uttered prayer-
When the powers of sin assailing filled his soul with deep despair;
But undaunted, still he trusted in his Heavenly Father's care,
But undaunted, still he trusted in his Heavenly Father's care.

"Joseph, - this is my beloved; Hear Him!" - Oh, how sweet the word!
Joseph's humble prayer was answered, and he listened to the Lord.
Oh, what rapture filled his bosom, for he saw the living God,
Oh, what rapture filled his bosom, for he saw the living God.

A helmet tip to reader Rick.